"Alright, alright, I was wrong, I was wrong! Stop, stop tickling! Please, stop it already!"
"How were you wrong?"
"I shouldn't have—haha—messed with your, haha, hair."
Hearing Lin Yuan laugh so hard that her voice was almost unrecognizable, Xia Zheng finally stopped his hands, pulled her firmly against his chest, and rested his chin on top of her head. He inhaled the light fragrance of her hair, and his mood, too, calmed down.
Lin Yuan had laughed until she was exhausted, and even the tears that had welled up at the corners of her eyes from laughter were left unbrushed, and she just lay on Xia Zheng's chest, listening to the rhythm of his heartbeat and counting along in her mind.
The carriage suddenly became quiet, making Lin Yi, who was outside, feel somewhat unaccustomed!
With her eyes closed, Lin Yuan was the first to break the silence.
"Do you think An Yueyue will really become the Second Prince's Imperial Concubine?"