Ye Qiu looked at Shang Wenjun, who seemed ethereal and delicate as if untouched by earthly affairs, and truly admired the woman's patience. Without any explicit promises, she dared to wait.
She dared to wait for Tong Yingxin, this Commandery Princess, to fall out of favor, dared to wait for herself, the Crown Princess Consort, to be abandoned, and even more dared to wait for the Crown Prince's true feelings.
In this life, if she wanted to wait, let her wait. Anyway, she would no longer get involved.
"Miss Ye, please follow me inside. The Commandery Princess and others have already arrived; they are waiting for you," Shang Wenjun smiled at her and said, carrying a certain refined air, inexplicably somewhat resembling the Crown Prince—truly worthy of being the same kind of people.
