Yet... Prince's attachment to Su Yan... really has reached a certain extent.
Almost wherever Su Yan was, one could see the Prince.
And the ambiguous kiss marks on Su Yan's neck grew deeper and more noticeable by the day.
Was the Prince so eager for the world to know that she was spoken for?
It was clear enough that the Prince truly fancied her greatly.
Chunhua carried the tea towards the sleeping quarters, arriving at the door.
She respectfully said,
"Your Highness, your servant is here to serve you tea."
After quite some time, a voice came from inside,
"Come in."
Chunhua pushed the door open, her movements gentle.
She saw His Highness at the nearby desk, only in his undergarments, draped in a blue gown, practicing his calligraphy.
His hair was untied, a streak of sunlight came in, his cold lips faintly smiling.
Chunhua couldn't help but glance at the paper.
She saw the two characters sprawled out on it,
Su Yan.
