Wu Yixing cocks his head and smiles slyly. "I am curious about why you are coming with me."
Li Jun ignores the question and resumes reading the poetry that Wu Qiuyue, the 13th princess gave to him before they left the capital. He can't make the head or tail of the words. He is reading it because it would be tiresome if he can't answer her questions when she asks him when they meet again. She gets upset easily. His son becomes upset when she is upset. Two years ago, his first wife died. Wu Qiuyue takes care of his son alone after her sister's death.
Wu Yixing grabs the paper and throws it out of the window.
Li Jun scowls at him. "Fifth prince."
"I liked my sixth sister. She wouldn't impose on you with poetries that you would never read if you were given a choice. She knew that you don't have the intelligence to understand the words from the heart." Wu Yixing leans back. "But, you never loved my beautiful sister."
