This winter was already cold, but now Princess Consort Wan felt her heart was even colder.
It was hard to describe the feeling in her heart, for the Emperor had never been as protective of her as he was of Song Yunzhao.
Feng Yi had no patience to put on a show for Princess Consort Wan. He wasn't the man he was five years ago. He simply nodded at her and continued forward, holding Yun Zhao's hand.
Song Yunzhao followed the Emperor in a daze, feeling that something was off about this whole scene.
'According to how palace dramas usually go, I'm supposed to have a war of words with Princess Consort Wan. That would be a plot worthy of the price of admission. But this is it?'
'We're just leaving like that?'
Perhaps the look on Song Yunzhao's face was too obvious, for Feng Yi chuckled. "You want to stay and chat with Princess Consort Wan?"
