"Princess! Something terrible has happened!"
On Vermilion Bird Avenue, Yujin dismounted the carriage and, lifting her skirts, ran straight to Princess Xinyang's room.
Princess Xinyang was practicing her calligraphy by the window. She had emerged from her emotions much quicker than before; in just one day, she was already able to go about her affairs calmly and collectedly.
While she practiced her writing, she asked in a soft voice, "What could be so urgent this early in the morning? This isn't like you."
Yujin suddenly hesitated. Should she really tell the Princess about this?
She had followed the Princess for many years; the Princess was her true young master, while Marquis Xuanping was but a stranger who had joined the Princess's retinue.
But no matter how one sliced it, the Marquis was attempting to assassinate King Liang for the Princess's sake. If anything happened to him, wouldn't the Princess feel a tinge of guilt?
