"Why have you come?" Su Zhiruan walked over and brushed the fallen leaves off his shoulder.
"I wanted to see you," Ji Xiaoyuan softly stroked the back of her hand, enclosing it between his chest and palm.
Su Zhiruan attempted to withdraw her hand, but was instead clasped firmly, interlocking their fingers tightly.
The passing Palace Attendants couldn't avoid seeing it, and from initial shock, they were no longer surprised; sometimes they even remarked that the current life, compared to the past fears, has improved significantly.
The Emperor is young, and the Princess is meticulous in her duties, yet never harsh to the servants. As long as one performed their duties, there was no fear of losing one's head, and even the treatment improved. Those wishing to study were given the opportunity, and if they passed examinations, they could be promoted step by step.
