"Why did you come to Funan?"
Yang Chuxia held Dongyang, noticing how haggard she looked.
Commandery Princess Dongyang weakly replied, "It's all because of Huarong."
"Huarong?" Yang Chuxia glanced at the girl following behind Dongyang, she was wearing a veil and kept her head down. As if sensing Yang Chuxia's gaze, a layer of smile appeared in her eyes.
"Aunt."
"Oh."
Meeting the girl's gaze, Yang Chuxia felt a fondness, a sense of closeness.
"Yes, this girl, oh!" Commandery Princess Dongyang sighed and shook her head.
Mu Shaoling's expression wasn't good either.
"Alright, let's go inside and talk." Ye Zi'an noticed everyone looked a bit fatigued, so he quickly invited them inside and ordered the servants to prepare water and food.
Yang Chuxia saw Mu Huarong was still being supported by two maidservants, guessing she must be exhausted.
"Xiu'er, take Huarong to rest for a while."
"Thank you, Aunt."
"While at Aunt's house, make yourself at home, no need for formalities."
