"This person is so clever, nearly demonic. If she were to lie, she would certainly be exposed," so she admitted honestly: "I have never thought about this issue."
I didn't know if it was her illusion, but she seemed to see coldness in his eyes, so she quickly lowered her eyelids.
"Commandery Princess, think about it when you can, and tell me once you have decided," said His Highness.
Ye Yiheng abruptly let her go and sat aside, flipping through his scrolls.
The inside of the carriage grew silent, with only the occasional rustling sound of him turning the pages.
I did not know whether it was because of the chill emanating from someone or the fact that his carriage was large and cold, but Leng Yu Yan felt cold sitting on his bed.
It was clearly quite warm in her own carriage with only a wool blanket, yet it wasn't enough here.
She curled her legs and hugged herself, resting her chin on her knees, her mind a blank.
