Carriages were not permitted inside the palace. Everyone had to alight at the gate and enter on foot.
"Hya!"
The clatter of hooves approached from behind. Murong Ye rode up on his horse, and a smile touched his lips the moment he spotted Ye Shixian alighting from her carriage.
"Shixian!"
Ye Shixian's heart skipped a beat.
'If he called her name so familiarly in private, it wouldn't matter. But they were at the palace gates, and so many people were watching!'
'If I had known, I should have set things straight with him beforehand.'
Suppressing her feelings, Ye Shixian turned and offered a polite, distant curtsy.
"Mr. Murong."
Murong Ye's smile faltered.
The last time they met, he had sensed her attitude toward him was much colder. Back then, he had simply assumed she was in a foul mood because Ye Mingze had been sent home. He hadn't expected her to be so distant this time as well.
