After the Crown Prince left, Feng Ying had someone start packing up the belongings.
She had lived here for more than a year, and there was reluctance in every corner.
The vegetation in the courtyard was planted by her own hands. The paper on the windows of the house was pasted by her as well.
Every blade of grass, every scene and hue was to her liking...
But now, she could live here no longer.
This was her favorite place since coming to the Great Qing Dynasty, a small courtyard that brought her peace and serenity, and now she had to leave it behind.
Feng Ying sat in front of the couch, lost in thought, perhaps... she would soon be separated from the Crown Prince?
She had known from the beginning. This love was never meant to bear fruit.
She fell in love with him, yet she couldn't ask for the same love in return.
Even more, he had other women in his rear court; he couldn't possibly favor only her.
