It has been several months since their parting in Xinjing.
Feng Yun dressed in male attire today, her hair tied neatly up, draped in a smokey blue fur coat. She looked simple yet elegant, like a noble young master of a wealthy household...
Pei Jue stared at her for a long time.
Their eyes met. Feng Yun couldn't hide the smile at the corners of her lips and softly spoke.
"Your Majesty?"
Pei Jue dismounted from his horse, handed the reins to a guard without a word, and strode forward to lift the curtain.
It was then that Feng Yun noticed the redness in his eyes.
He looked utterly exhausted.
Xiaoman kept her head lowered, not daring to meet Pei Jue's gaze. Sensibly, she paid her respects and quietly disembarked from the carriage.
Zuo Zhong had received word and came alongside Pei Jue.
At the moment, he waited outside on horseback.
The two exchanged a glance. Xiaoman smiled at him and turned to sit on the shaft of the carriage when Zuo Zhong suddenly extended his hand.
