"Alright," Zheng Nianru responded without much enthusiasm, but she had nothing else to do, and visiting the garden was her own suggestion.
Zheng Nianru wandered through the garden at leisure, her attendants had maintained it well, ensuring there was plenty to see. If it weren't for Prince Duan's illness seeming even more severe than in her past life, she feared the day when his dementia would cause him to forget everyone might come sooner. This thought troubled her.
She had resolved in this life to be particularly filial to Prince Duan, to bring him more happiness, so he wouldn't have to run about on her behalf like in her previous life. He had even given her his all, which had allowed her the opportunity to ascend to that position.
"Commandery Princess—" Xing Yu rushed over, passing the cloak she had brought to Fu Dong.
