In the early morning, ethereal mountain mists drifted on a cool breeze.
Princess Qingyang peeked out of her carriage, gazing at the distant scenery. A rare look of fondness and nostalgia flickered in her almond-shaped eyes.
"The last time I came to the Southwest was many years ago."
The scenery was still exquisite, the tall mountains and serene waters captivating the eye.
Xun Cheng looked at her and, after a moment's thought, asked, "Your Highness has been here before?"
"Of course!" Princess Qingyang turned back and raised an eyebrow. "This is some of the most beautiful scenery in the Southwest. Naturally, I came here with my father, the King."
She hadn't been able to stay long, though. Most of her time had been spent rushing from place to place with King Yan Nan, which was quite exhausting.
It was hardly worth mentioning.
Xun Cheng nodded, his gaze following hers out the window.
