After Pei Jue left, Feng Yun followed the crowd back to Chunmeng Hall.
Learning that Uncle had given the Sun and Moon Talisman to Feng Yun, Ao Qi seemed somewhat unsettled, riding ahead, braving the wind and snow, holding the reins as he went, his gaze deeply fixed on the path ahead, his face exuding the untold sharpness of youth.
Ye Chuang and Lin Zhuo, accompanied by the guards, rode by the sides of the carriage.
The entire procession was silent to the extreme.
Inside the carriage, Xiaoman was also listless, her eyes surveying Feng Yun's calm and composed visage with a sense of loss.
"Why are you unhappy?" Feng Yun raised her eyes to look at her.
Xiaoman cast her gaze downward, pursing her lips.
"Why didn't the Princess go with the King to the Central Capital?"
Feng Yun smiled softly, "It seems you can't bear to be parted from your Big Brother Zuo. No wonder you've been showing me a long face since this morning..."