The carriage arrived at the Eastern Palace. Unusually, the grand gate of the palace was wide open today.
The Crown Prince, Yan Huisheng, wrapped in a cloak, was standing at the gate. Despite the thickness of his cloak, his face gleaming with frosty paleness proved that he had been standing in the cold wind for quite a while.
As Fen Ling was about to get off the carriage after pulling aside the curtain, she spotted Yan Huisheng. Widening her eyes in surprise, she exclaimed, "Your Highness, the Crown Prince?"
Upon hearing this, Su Rong also peered out. Although the weather was fine today, the winter air was still bitterly cold. Seeing Yan Huisheng standing at the gateway, it was clear that he had been waiting for some time.
Yan Huisheng smiled at the two heads poking out of the carriage, "I'm free today."
Unspoken was the underlying message: he was waiting for them because he had nothing else to do.