That afternoon, as the Princely Heir Song Qiyuan rode his tall horse through the crowded streets, he caught sight of Qi Yue.
At that moment, she was giving silver to a beggar by the street, her expression extremely tender.
The sight stirred something in the heart of Song Qiyuan, who already had certain intentions, and his emotions fluctuated deeply.
He immediately dismounted and followed her, just in time to hear the beggar thanking her profusely.
"Thank you, Miss Qi, thank you."
Miss Qi?
Song Qiyuan sized Qi Yue up and down, noting her Donggao women's attire, his brow slightly furrowed.
He had never heard of a family with the surname Qi in Donggao.
But in Beiyuan...
At that moment, Qi Yue also felt someone's gaze upon her and turned around, a trace of surprise in her eyes.
Isn't this the man from the Donggao Imperial Palace with that wabi-sabi aesthetic?
Has he actually followed her here?