After returning to the Wang Fu, the days passed extremely quietly. I originally liked quietness, and now because of taking care of Pei Ying, I almost never left Gui Mo Pavilion.

  Nan Chengyao didnt stay in the Ziying Palace anymore, but he also didnt have much time to take care of me. He just instructed Xunyun to assign two new maids to serve me daily and provided me with the best gold wound medicine and supplements without interruption.

  Shu Yings body recovered day by day, and in fact, Nan Chengyaos sword that hurt her seemed fierce but did not actually harm her vital parts. Three months later, she had basically recovered, and psychologically, there were no too many shadows left.

  After all, she has gone through so much with me, and her optimistic and open-minded personality doesnt dwell on past grievances.

  However, occasionally when Nan Chengyao came over, she would still have more or less of a shrinking back. What had happened would not pass without leaving any marks after all.

  Nan Chengyao didnt often come to the Guimoge Pavilion, and even when he did, it was just a casual visit where wed play a game of chess together, exchanging a few words that seemed more for the benefit of others than anything else.

  I still remember when he first came, the sky was already late, and as time went by, my heart became more and more anxious, constantly thinking about whether he would stay overnight here.

  Although he appeared calm, his face would inadvertently reveal a hint of panic and unnatural expression. He noticed it but didnt mention it, instead becoming even more deliberate, lounging lazily on the soft couch, refusing to leave, and not making any gestures, the playful curve at the corner of his lips growing deeper.

  Until the moon was high in the sky, he still showed no intention of leaving. Hua Yi, a maid from the Seeking Clouds Sect who had been serving me, knocked on the door and came in to ask: "Its getting late, is Your Highness going to stay here tonight?"

  Nan Chengyao looked at me with a smile that was not quite a smile: "Dont ask me, ask your princess."

  I was already nervous and hadnt expected him to ask this question, so I was momentarily at a loss for words and felt somewhat flustered.

  He saw me like this, but couldnt help bursting out laughing: "The princess is usually quick-witted and never at a loss for words, so why isnt she saying anything now? Is she overjoyed or too scared?"

  I became more and more embarrassed, with a hint of annoyance in my heart. Just as I was about to retort, he stood up elegantly, without saying much, just smiling and walking out the door.

  As I watched his back disappear into the darkness of night, I let out a sigh of relief at the same time, but in my heart, some inexplicable emotions also surged up.

  Hua Yi looked puzzled: "Your Highness is in a good mood, why dont you stay?"

  She was still young and only saw the smile on his lips, but didnt notice the deep-seated indifference hidden in those dark eyes.

  As the third prince of the current dynasty, with a sacred aura surrounding him, he should be lacking in nothing, yet he has a pair of eyes that grow colder the more he smiles.

  I dont know if its because I knew about his past with the princess of the previous dynasty, but every time I look into his eyes, my heart would involuntarily ache slightly.

  Women are always sentimental and fond of self-pitying sorrow. What you said is really not wrong.

  But I once inadvertently stumbled upon his nocturnal banquet for officials, where the scene was filled with a lavish and prosperous atmosphere of singing and dancing.

  He sat on the high throne, embracing the beautiful womans slender waist, smiling lazily.

  It seems that lifes delightful things are just the wine in the cup with a color like jade, and the beautiful woman in ones arms is like jade. Apart from this, there is nothing else.

  I stood quietly behind the pillar outside the hall, he didnt notice me, but I clearly saw that even when he was laughing wildly, his eyes were still cold.

  At that time, for some unknown reason, in a sudden moment, he was inexplicably certain that those soft and beautiful sounds had perhaps already become tedious to him. And although he had the gentle warmth of jade in his arms, it was likely that she had never entered his heart.

  He who was dear to her may no longer be in this world, but how could he have been so cruel as to drive her to death, and for what reason?

  Power? Or is it the world?

  I dont understand, is this country worth using ones heart to exchange for?

  Even if one could conquer the world, with no one by their side to share it with, whats the point of it all?

  Just as she was thinking, a hurried footsteps came from afar and approached, and soon, Shu Yings face flushed red as she ran in.

  I hastily got up and stopped her: "This is good, whats the hurry, running so fast, if you catch your breath again, youll start coughing."

  She smiled carelessly, her tone barely concealing her excitement: "Miss, the lady has arrived at the Wang Manor, and shes brought Dark Fragrance with her."

  Ming Xiang, the younger sister of Shu Ying, had been together with me in the Prime Ministers mansion since childhood. My mother chose Shu Ying to accompany me, while Ming Xiang followed Rouer all along.

  After Yuer ran away from her wedding, An Xiang also left the Chengxiang Mansion with her, and there was no news of them at all. I know that Shu Ying has always been worried.

  Nowadays, finally met in person, no wonder she was so excited.

  And Mother came today with a subtle fragrance, does it also mean that, Huaner, my runaway sister, has finally agreed to come home.