Zhao Yang bit her lip and looked at her cousin on the carriage, who was wearing a gold-plated mask, and whispered, "Thank you, dear cousin!"
Mo Ziqi glanced at her and spoke coldly, "No need for courtesy, your Highness. Please take care."
With that, he snapped the reins and rode away swiftly on his horse.
"Why is my cousin ignoring me? Is he mad at me?" Seeing Mo Ziqi couldn't even be bothered to give her a glance, Zhao Yang felt a sudden gloom in her heart and was stunned.
"Now is not the time to dwell on such matters, your Highness. Let's leave quickly, it would be disastrous if someone happens upon us," Luo Xue reminded her, tugging at her to leave.
As they walked, Zhao Yang worriedly said, "My cousin left in my carriage. What if he runs into trouble?"