Ye Chutang raised an eyebrow, seemingly flattered.
"Oh?"
Shen Yanchuan glanced at the sky. "It's snowy and cold out. I'll take you home."
Chutang paused briefly before gracefully acquiescing with a curtsy. "Then I must thank you in advance, Princely Heir."
The moment she stepped into the carriage, Chutang felt a wave of warmth wash over her.
She glanced in surprise at the small brazier on the low table.
'It's still early in the season. Is Shen Yanchuan already using one of these?'
The faint, warm scent of sandalwood drifted through the air, and in just a moment, it melted away the biting chill of the wind and snow that clung to her.
Chutang sat down across from Shen Yanchuan, feeling much warmer and more comfortable than she had just moments before.
She sighed softly.
'This man certainly lives a comfortable life.'
"Your people are truly attentive, Princely Heir. Despite such heavy snow, it's as warm as spring in here."
