On the hill, a gentle breeze arose. Yulan was holding Yu Xian's arm, her head resting on his shoulder, and she murmured:
"It seems like she doesn't want to leave."
"Why do you think she doesn't want to leave?"
Yu Xian's smile faded as he counter-questioned.
Yulan shook her head: "I don't know, it's just a feeling."
Yu Xian sighed: "Of course she doesn't want to leave. Her parents' home is in the capital, as is her husband's family, and she still has Little Heng.
What's the good of wandering the world with us?
To belittle herself, and make Little Heng gain a stepfather?"
This is a very practical problem.
If the Princess Consort were alone, she might mistake passion for love and follow him blindly into the unknown.
But she's not.
So, she's doomed to consider a lot. Her personal needs might even become secondary.
Not to mention, their feelings for each other weren't as strong as they had expected.
It was merely a case of infatuation and loneliness in a lady's chamber.
