"Xiaoman."
Clad in a plain, warm dress with her hair lightly coiled up, Feng Yun appeared somewhat weary as she gave Crown Prince Chunyu Yan a perfunctory bow without getting up and merely gestured towards the pile of boxes and chests in the corner.
"Open the boxes, find some medicine for Crown Prince Chunyu..."
Chunyu Yan observed her delicate face, suspecting that she had lost weight.
"I didn't come for medicine," he said, "that was just a pretext to trick others."
Feng Yun looked at him without surprise.
"The Princely Heir has time for jokes, but I do not have the energy to entertain. If you're not here for medicine, please leave. We will be arriving at Xinzhou soon..."
Chunyu Yan slightly adjusted his cloak and his eyes dropped down.
"Do you have news from Xinzhou City?"
Upon hearing this, Feng Yun's eyelids twitched violently.
"What has the Princely Heir heard?"
