Song Lianhe contentedly settled into the carriage returning to Ling'an.
At the city gates, Manager Meng and the others had come to see them off. Aunt Li held her grandson Pang Hu's hand, waving reluctantly.
High on the city wall, Duan Shanmian stood with his hands behind his back, gazing into the distance. Zhu Liao was at his side. "For King Qing to return to Ling'an at this time..."
Zhu Liao trailed off, hesitating.
"If he were returning alone, he would undoubtedly burn his boats and sacrifice himself for his cause. But with Princess Qing by his side now, he won't disregard her life. He will eliminate even the slightest hint of danger."
Zhu Liao was skeptical. "Can he really abandon years of planning for a woman?"
Duan Shanmian smiled. "All his years of planning can't compare to a single moment of thinking about her. Isn't that amusing?"
Zhu Liao couldn't bring himself to smile. His expression was filled with regret.
