The Crown Prince looked at Jiang Shaohua with the admiration of an elder brother for his younger cousin.
The feelings of the Crown Prince's companions varied greatly.
Li Boyuan's eyes flashed with amazement, while Jiang Yi's eyes showed curiosity. Zheng Chen's face remained calm, but his emotions surged like a stormy sea.
As for the Fourth Young Master Wang, he finally had the chance to glimpse the true face of the Nanyang County Princess. For some reason, he did not dare to look longer, only stealing a quick glance before hastily lowering his eyes.
"Cousin Shaohua, you have worked hard." The Crown Prince's voice was hoarse and obscure, filled with endless fatigue.
Jiang Shaohua stood quietly and replied softly, "I am not the one who has worked hard; it is you, Your Highness. The Emperor has passed, and it is you who are holding up the sky of Da Liang. No matter how grief-stricken you are, you must take care of yourself. The court needs you, and the palace needs you."
