Ling Hua lay on the horse's back looking at Yan Qing. Not having seen him in a month and ten days, Yan Qing was still incredibly handsome, unrivaled in this world, as if he had stepped out of a poem or a painting. She felt she was right to have made the effort, even if she was exhausted to death, it was worth it.
Regarding Ling Mountain, even if Yan Qing didn't know, she had no intention of keeping it from him anymore. Anyway, Yan Qing wasn't the kind of person who would complain to the Emperor. She said weakly, "I rushed back from Ling Mountain."
Yan Qing's expression paused.
Liuli was thinking about how to segue the conversation, but seeing that Ling Hua had told the truth, she quietly retreated to a more distant wall corner to rest.
