Ouyang Yu, who had walked away, naturally didn't know that his future Princess was being quietly taken away by some Prince.
He arrived in front of the study.
Looking at Song Zhen, who was collapsed on the ground, disheveled.
His face was cold and hard, saying nothing.
He looked for a long time.
The Song Zhen on the ground seemed to have fallen into a coma.
In a daze, she opened her eyes.
She saw the person standing before her.
She forced her body to speak,
"General."
Perhaps because she had been caught in the rain, she had a fever, her face burning hot.
Ouyang Yu kept watching her there.
Uncertain of what he was thinking.
Until the rain, which had only just stopped, started falling again.
The continuous drizzle, so clinging and incessant, was truly vexing.
His icy voice spoke,
"Song Zhen, you have crossed the line."
As the words fell.
Song Zhen coughed violently, weakly saying,
"Yes, Song Zhen admits her mistake."
