The next morning, Xiana saw off her father to the carriage. Emperor Zhenji was present there as well along with his eldest son, Su Licheng.
Zhi Yawen gazed at Licheng and recalled their last night's conversation. He approached Xiana and hugged her without caring for their eyes.
Emperor Zhenji gazed at Licheng, who was calm. He thought his son would be angry to hug Xiana.
Xiana hugged Zhi Yawen back by placing her hand on his back. "I forgive you, Xiana. No one can replace you in my heart. If you need me anytime, you can write to me anytime," he said and pulled away. She peered into his eyes. The tears from her eyes were on the verge of falling down.
"Thank you," Xiana said.
Zhi Yawen could not stop himself and softly kissed the middle of her forehead.
"The boy is quite bold," Emperor Zhenji whispered near his son's ear. Licheng knitted his brows together when his eyes again met Zhi Yawen.