"My Lady––!"
The young girl dressed in goose-yellow clothes fell like a butterfly from the high ladder, and the people below instinctively stretched out their hands to catch her.
In a split second, Lin Jiaojiao felt as if her soul had left her body, her hand subconsciously trying to grasp at a tree trunk but instead catching only a clump of snow that landed on her warm face, causing her to gasp from the cold.
She fell but did not experience the expected pain; instead, she landed solidly in someone's embrace, saved by familiar arms with the scent of cold plum blossoms enveloping her in an instant.
The servants of Minghua Pavilion saw the newcomer and quickly knelt, a mixture of fear and gratitude filling them—thank goodness the prince had caught the princess.
The girl in his arms opened her eyes. The snowflakes on her eyelashes had melted, and her bright eyes, still unsettled, were now filled with surprise and joy as they met his.
