"She's back?"
"Yes, she's in the city now."
Song Xilan slowly raised her eyes from the bronze mirror, her gaze dark and unreadable. "He's been waiting for her for so long. Now that she's finally back, he must be happy."
Kong Qing gazed at her mistress, but hesitated to speak.
"What is it?"
Song Xilan turned to look at her.
Kong Qing couldn't help but say, "Princess Consort, the Prince hasn't set foot in Jingsi Pavilion this entire time. Why are you..."
She trailed off, but Song Xilan could guess the rest.
She chuckled softly and turned back to stare at her own reflection.
"I've chased him for so long. I'm tired now."
"But..."
"But this is my fate, isn't it?"
"I wouldn't dare say so."
Song Xilan, however, didn't seem to mind. With a small laugh, she resumed drawing her eyebrows. "Did King Qing go to the palace?"
"Yes. He parted ways with... with Princess Qing on the street and went straight to the palace."
