After escorting the Prince and Princess out, Chen Yi left Jinya Pavilion.
The dusk had long faded, and the night was as dark as ink. Chen Yi did not ride a horse but instead chose to sit in a carriage. At the corner of the carriage, a torch burned brightly, and a guard dressed in embroidered attire served as the driver. With the whip raised, the carriage surged swiftly through the night.
Leaning back inside the carriage, Chen Yi lowered his eyes. The reason he wasn't riding a horse was simply because he wanted to think things through. When a person rides a horse, both the rider and the horse are in motion. In such a moment, the mind becomes an empty slate, unable to ponder deeply.
High above the treetops, Min Ning trusted him for the first time. Was it not romantic? How captivating. Chen Yi was ready to embrace this tender flow of emotions, yet Min Ning stopped him.
The reasoning behind it—Chen Yi was not clueless about it. On the contrary, he understood it all too well.
