"Rise." An Jing didn't want these outsiders to linger, especially when it was time for the midday meal; it was better to send them off quickly.
Upon hearing An Jing, not Xiao Changyi, telling her to get up, Linghe clenched her teeth and stood: "Thank you, Prince, Princess." She didn't want to remain kneeling longer than necessary.
"What brings you here from so far away?" An Jing feigned ignorance.
Having been punished and forced to maintain her obeisant posture for so long, Linghe didn't dare to be disrespectful anymore. Enduring the soreness in her legs, she replied politely: "The Prince has been away from the Capital for over a year, and my father misses him dearly. He specially sent me to pay a visit."
An Jing knew Linghe was lying—Linghe had actually left home of her own accord after leaving a note—but she didn't expose her. Instead, she turned to Li Wuyu, "Did your father also send you to visit the Prince?"
