Even Xi Jiu, an outsider, had seen it clearly just now—Prince Yexuan harbored an indescribable feeling toward the Princess.
If Fen Ling hadn't shown up earlier, could the two of them have confessed their feelings to each other?
What Xi Jiu couldn't understand was, the Princess must have also discerned that subtle affection Prince Yexuan felt for her. So why had she chosen to say such heartless words earlier, forcing Prince Yexuan to leave?
"If you had been outside just now, you should've seen how Prince Yexuan was clutching his head in agony."
Now, with neither Feng Yexuan nor Fen Ling around, the chill in Chu Qianli's brows had melted away. No longer did she wear that impenetrable, callous expression.
Though Xi Jiu hadn't accompanied her for long, traveling with her along the way had made one thing abundantly clear—his mistress was someone extraordinarily kindhearted, embodying the spirit of a healer.
It was merely her habit not to reveal her emotions outwardly.
