Just as Qiao Jinniang was about to look away, she saw a man wearing a purple robe with a silver mask on his face.
Qiao Jinniang recognized the mask. It was the one Lu Chen was wearing when she, Lu Chen, and brother Tuan were playing on the day of the Lantern Festival.
Lu Chen walked in, took off the mask, and walked to Qiao Jinniang. He said slowly, “Jin ‘er, I’m here to take you back to Chang ‘an.”
Qiao Jinniang came out of the counter and walked to Lu Chen, holding his hand tightly.
Lu Chen looked down at her abdomen. “Did the child mess with you?”
Qiao Jinniang shook her head. “No.”
Lu Chen held Qiao Jinniang’s hand and said, “Let’s go back to Chang ‘an. I’ve ordered people to prepare the guards of Honor.”
Qiao Jinniang followed Lu Chen Out and saw that the guards of honor outside seemed to be less than the Empress’Guards of honor, like the Guards of honor of the crown prince’s consort.
Lu Chen whispered in Qiao Jinniang’s ear, “The Guards of Honor owe you.”
