"The princess traveled thousands of miles to Ye City, surely not just to 'send me a skirt'? This is both 'lonely' and 'empty', the person who is thin from longing, it really makes my heart ache."

  Inside the official residence of Ye City, Nan Chengyao was drawing something on a large map spread out on his desk, and when he heard my footsteps, he didn't raise his head, but only curled up the corners of his lips with a faint arc, and his voice responded with a smile.

  My face turned red, but I maintained a calm smile and said: "Your Highness, please don't tease me anymore. I can barely afford rent, let alone clothes. If I had any decent clothes, they would have been pawned off long ago."

  He put down his pen with a smile, motioning me to sit down beside him, and lazily smiled: "This is indeed blaming me for being late."

  I looked at him helplessly, then chose to ignore him and turned my gaze back to the room, which was not large, with simple furnishings. It was only then that I noticed that although this house was slightly larger than the one where Piao Ying was staying, there wasn't much difference in terms of furniture and decor. Compared to his bedroom in the Tianyi Residence at Sanwang Fu, it's probably not even worth describing as "heaven and earth apart".

  But now, he, a man who delights in refinement and uses only the best things, lives here as if it were nothing out of the ordinary, with an air of elegance and leisure, just like being in a jade palace.

  He saw me scanning the room with my gaze, and without making a sound, he smiled to himself and drained the cup of wine. I recognized the aroma of the wine as being from "Half Creek" distilled liquor, and couldn't help but smile and ask: "Your Highness isn't one who only drinks 'Non-territorial Wine' and 'State Red', those fine vintages that have been aged for many years?"

  He lazily smiled and said, "That was in the capital, when I led troops on a campaign. Not to mention 'Banxi' wine, but even muddy water with sand I also drank. However, since returning to the foot of the Emperor, I naturally want to be as comfortable as possible. Moreover, it can also give those idle people something to gossip about, otherwise wouldn't they be bored?"

  I smiled, while deceiving the world, I also enjoyed myself comfortably, and he never did himself any harm.

  As he thought about it, he took out the letters from the silk pouch he carried with him and handed them over to Di Zuo, his lips involuntarily curving into a smile as he said lightly, "Your Highness, take a look."

  He took it, casually flipped the flute over, didn't feel anything out of the ordinary, and put it down to read the letters. As he read through them one by one, his facial expression didn't change in the slightest, even the faint curve at the corner of his lips remained unchanged. Only in the depths of his eyes, a dark, cold, starry glint flickered, without a hint of readable emotion.

  He read very quickly, and in a short while, he had finished reading. Although his lips were smiling carelessly, those dark eyes were staring at me unwaveringly: "Where did the princess get these letters? Such beautiful handwriting can't be achieved overnight, I'm afraid no one in our army can write like this."

  I know my handwriting is exceptionally good, thanks to the hard work I put into imitating Su Shi's and Mi Fu's calligraphy. The originally delicate and elegant font has gradually developed a strong and powerful inner structure. Although his bold and magnificent brushstrokes are still beyond my reach, compared to before, the spirit and elegance of my handwriting have become unrecognizable.

  There's nothing to hide in this book, so I looked straight into his eyes, calmly opened my mouth, and simply told him the whole story. Except for slightly toning down my feelings towards him, everything else was told without hiding or changing a single detail.

  He laughed after hearing it, perhaps he thought that Huan'er was doing it for me, so he didn't suspect anything and didn't ask further, but instead carelessly smiled: "I wonder what my big brother would think if he knew about the Crown Prince's actions?"

  I had intended to say something, but ultimately lowered my head and fell silent, as it has come to this, knowing or not knowing no longer makes a difference.

  He raised his eyes and looked at me, suppressed a smile and asked quietly: "You came all the way to Mobei just for this?"

  I too quietly looked back at him: "Yes, since we can't find anyone to send the message, I also can't just sit and do nothing. In the capital city, I've already made arrangements, others will only think that I returned to the Murong family's villa for a short stay, no one will suspect anything."

  He gazed at me quietly for a while, then smiled faintly: "Don't you still understand what kind of person I am? Or do I look like someone who is not worth trusting, making you rush to rescue me despite the danger?"

  I continued to gaze at him quietly, after a while, he lowered his eyelids and smiled somewhat self-mockingly: "It seems that Your Highness had already known, I actually had such thoughts before, but in the end didn't dare to gamble on this one in ten thousand chance."

  As soon as the words fell, he had already pinched her chin and lifted her face up. Unaware of the slight discomfort, she turned to look at him, only to catch a glimpse of the fleeting soft light in his eyes. Then his voice rose, one word at a time, that voice seemed to have a magical quality, low and husky, lingering on and on. He said: "I'm glad you could come."

  I was slightly stunned, and I forgot to struggle. I just stared blankly at his handsome face getting closer and closer until my lips were gently kissed by him, then I instinctively gasped and pulled back.

  I forgot that I was sitting on the edge of the bed with no support behind me and instantly lost my balance, softly falling onto the bed.

  His hands still held me tightly, but instead of using force to support me, he leaned down with me and smiled: "It turns out that the princess couldn't wait any longer."

  His voice was laughing, but it had a low and hoarse tone that was different from usual. My face felt extremely hot, I knew I must have turned bright red.

  He didn't give me time to be shy and nervous, and he leaned down to kiss me again. This time, it was different from the previous soft entanglement, gradually deepening and intensifying until our breathing was crushed, only then did he let go of me.

  Then the kiss flowed along my eyebrows, eyes, chin, neck, and all the way down to the colorful phoenix tattoo on my arm.

  In the midst of bewildering emotions, who was it that raised their sleeve and extinguished the red candle in front of the case? And who was it that carelessly swept aside the curtain, covering up the dense spring feelings that had been rekindled after a long separation.

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