Prince Yan was filled with anger, with no outlet to vent his frustration.
After some thought, he decided to head to Liu Ruyan's Qixue Pavilion, hoping to find some solace in the tranquility of her courtyard.
Upon receiving the news, Liu Ruyan, accompanied by her maids, greeted him at the entrance. The summer night was stifling, and as Prince Yan gazed at the snow-white Qixue Pavilion from a distance, along with Liu Ruyan standing there in her white robes, he suddenly felt reluctant to enter.
Every visit to Qixue Pavilion felt like attending a funeral.
If only Liu Ruyan would spruce up her courtyard or wear something other than white, perhaps Prince Yan wouldn't have gradually lost interest in her.
"Your Highness, welcome," Liu Ruyan said with a calm expression, neither joyful nor sorrowful, as cold as the snow atop a mountain peak.
Prince Yan stepped into Qixue Pavilion.
