"Nian Ru, when we get to the palace, just follow behind me. Don't speak unless necessary, and don't wander off…" Prince Duan alighted from his sedan chair, still somewhat uneasy, and instructed Zheng Nianru while firmly holding her arm.
"Father, you're treating me like a child again." Zheng Nianru softly chided, though she showed no sign of annoyance. She even playfully poked the other person.
Ju Nanyi walked behind them, only catching glimpses of that clear voice which subtly reached him, carried by the sunrays and blending into his breath as he drew it deep into his lungs. Ju Nanyi's head, bowed low, never lifted.
Zheng Nianru suddenly stopped and turned around; Ju Nanyi didn't want to stop, preferring to quickly put an end to such proximity. At least, without her around, he could remain calm.
Clearly, the woman had stopped on purpose and did not wait for Ju Nanyi to halt before her gaze fell upon him.
