The night is cool like water, the soil is moist and the moss is green.
The long street was deserted, with only the drizzle of rain. Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves was heard, and Wei Ziyuan galloped on his horse, his figure like a pine tree passing through the rain.
The royal palace stood majestically behind him, and the sounds of stringed instruments, bamboo flutes and pipes were left far behind him.
At the palace gate, the princess was dumbfounded, stunned, and her heart full of sorrow was focused on the silk handkerchief that she was tightly clutching.
The maid was worried. She walked to the princess' side with an umbrella and said in a soft voice, "Princess, it's cold at night. Go back first."
Raindrops fell on the bluestone road, making a crisp sound. A group of palace servants, holding lacquered wooden tea trays in their hands, quietly passed under the corridor.
The sound of fine music and ceremonial music was heard, and King Florian's hearty and loud laughter could be faintly heard.
Perhaps he was drunk, or perhaps he was excited about getting what he had lost back. The princess had never seen her father behave like this before.
She bit her lower lip secretly.
The nanny beside the queen came out with a glass hydrangea lantern, smiling: "Princess, why are you standing here?"
After saying this, she looked around again, "Where is the second prince? The queen was just looking for him."
The princess hesitated: "My second brother..."
The princess swept away her sleeves and walked forward quickly, "Prepare the carriage, I want to leave the palace."
The nanny was stunned and hurried forward to stop them: "Princess, princess, you can't do this. If others see it, they will think that the princess and the second prince are not getting along."
The princess was angry and said, "My second brother has also left the palace. If anyone asks..."
The princess's bright emerald eyes turned and she said in a charming voice, "Just tell them that the benefactor who saved your brother's life is still on the way. I will go with you to pick him up."
Before she could finish her words, the princess lifted her skirt and rushed into the rain without looking back, leaving the nanny standing there, shouting for someone to come back.
The drizzling rain blurred the two figures leaving the palace.
The horses' hooves gradually rose, and Wei Ziyuan didn't know that the princess had also chased out of the palace.
The swaying raindrops splashed on his eyelashes, and his robe was stained with mist, with some spots dark and some light.
The inn was nearby, but along the way, Wei Ziyuan did not see Song Lingzhi's carriage.
Feeling increasingly uneasy, Wei Ziyuan's horse's belly tightened as he whipped the horse high, wishing he could take off and fly to Song Lingzhi.
The whistling autumn wind passed by my ears.
Finally, he saw the eaves of the inn sinking in the rain, and further ahead were two cloisonné enamel lanterns with lotus patterns.
Song Lingzhi's carriage was parked in the backyard of the inn, and there was no one beside him.
Next to the carriage -
Wei Ziyuan turned over and got off the horse, and his sight suddenly stopped.
A jade hairpin fell beside the carriage, broken into two pieces and mixed with mud and dirt.
It was exactly what he had sent the palace maid to deliver to Song Lingzhi earlier.
The rain and fog were like a haze, covering his entire body. As if to confirm his bad premonition, Wei Ziyuan suddenly looked up.
The suddenly shrunken pupils reflected the night sky.
A tall figure stood in front of the half-open window.
Song Lingzhi didn't know how long he maintained the previous posture. His feet were numb and the coldness penetrated into his bones.
The brocade box was within her reach, only half an inch away from her fingertips, but she no longer wanted it.
The sandalwood scent that spread across my nose yesterday was really not an exaggeration. Shen Yan really followed me and was in Florian.