Before leaving the city, Chu Qianli realized someone was following her.
Eventually, she stopped in a small alley at the corner of the bustling market and looked back at the night sky.
"Fu Long, come out."
Fu Long landed in front of her, his gaze carrying a hint of melancholy.
"I had Ziyue send you a message; it's supposed to reach you tomorrow."
But Fu Long knew her too well; even without receiving the message, he knew she would take action tonight.
"Do you have to leave?" Fu Long even knew that his question was superfluous.
He felt conflicted.
"These three months, please help Ziyue. She used to not care about anything; everything was handled by the Crown Prince. She has never faced such a big occasion before."
Though Wei Xian would certainly help her, before Wei Xian's intervention, Long Ziyue still had to bear all his rage alone.
Not to mention, Wei Xian is indeed a very strict and even harsh person.
Thinking of her efforts gives one the shivers.