"How's it going? Haven't you woken up yet?"
"Not yet - I watched it all night without closing my eyes. Our princess has been sleeping and hasn't woken up! Please ask aunt to ask the healer to come over and take a look -"
"This - Qing'e, it's not that I don't want to go, it's the emperor's decree that people in this courtyard are not allowed to come in and out at will -"
The rustling voices rushed to Jing Huahan's ears, and she opened her eyes with difficulty.
In the hazy sight, there is no longer a tent ceiling with complicated patterns, but a familiar carved ivory bed.
As her vision became clearer and clearer, her first reaction was that she didn't die!
She wanted to speak, but as soon as she opened her mouth, there was a pain in her mouth, and her throat seemed to be choked.
She slowly raised her neck and looked around.
It turned out that he actually slept on his mother's couch.
Haha - it seems that he was captured and returned to the palace.
However, this time is different, this is no longer her home.
It seemed that it was the perfect time for the sun to shine, with wisps of sunlight slowly pouring down through the towering gold-sprinkled curtains.
The long-lost aroma of goose and pear lingers on the tip of the nose, and the tent is quiet and comfortable.
Her memory couldn't help but return to those days when she lived in the palace with the familiar smell and glitz.
At that time, he was still the darling of his father, the emperor, and his mother—
But now -
While he was deep in thought, a corner of the curtain was lifted, followed by an exclamation.
"Princess! You're awake!"
Jing Huahan pulled away from her thoughts and turned around to look. Half of her face behind the curtain was fully exposed, and she couldn't hide the joy on her face.
"Qing'e——" The moment he saw that face, Jing Huahan couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart. The corners of his eyes instantly became wet, and he endured the intense pain in his mouth.
"You're still alive!" As he spoke, Jing Huahan sat up and stretched out his hand to grasp Qing'e's hand.
Qing'e wiped her tears and knelt down beside the couch, "Princess! You finally woke up! Stop talking! The wound is not healed yet!"
But Jinghua Hairpin couldn't care less about this, "When did we return to the palace? What's the situation now?"
Qing'e looked behind her, stood up, locked the outer door again, and then returned to Jinghua Hairpin.
"We returned to the palace yesterday, right now - right now -" Qing'e carefully looked into Jing Huahan's eyes, hesitating and not daring to speak.
The guards from various places in the palace have been withdrawn and replaced by guards from Beidi. The Jingyang Palace where they are located is strictly guarded and they are not allowed to come in or make any noise at will.
Both wounds on her master's body have not healed, and she really doesn't want to talk about these disappointing things.
Seeing Qing'e's hesitant expression, Jing Huahan already had an idea.
It’s really unnecessary for me to ask such a question!
What else could it be like - since ancient times, foreign enemies have invaded, and once the royal family becomes a prisoner, their dignity will be gone, and their figure will not be able to tolerate it.
The token has been destroyed, and the former princess of the dynasty is obviously no longer of any use.
She couldn't understand why these Beidi people still tried so hard to bring her back to the palace.
"Where is General Qi?" After a long silence, Jing Huahan looked at Qing'e with dull eyes.
Qing'e sighed, "My servant has not seen the Major General since he set off to enter the capital again yesterday -"
The incense ashes on the table fell with a splat, and a few wisps of gray-white smoke were blown up and hovered in the sky.
Jing Huahan's heart ached when he thought of how he had dragged Qi He away on a whim.
"Princess." Qing'e cautiously glanced out the window, then looked at Jinghua Hairpin with great solemnity, "Do you - do you have any other plans?"
Jinghua Hairpin was stunned for a moment by these unreasonable words.
Qing'e has been with her since childhood, and she knows her best. She is timid and thin-skinned. No matter what happens to her, she never gives her any advice.
Today, it looks like I have some idea in my heart that I can't help but want to spring out.
"What do you mean?" Jing Huahan lowered his voice.
