With the remaining short distance, Prince Jing no longer rode his horse, but instead, he walked, leading the horse and walking shoulder to shoulder with the Princess Consort.
The mud roads of the village were difficult to traverse, yet the Princess Consort found her heart inexplicably sweet.
After all, what one cannot have is the most precious.
Suddenly, there was a thought, "How wonderful it would be to walk like this with the Prince forever!"
After speaking, the Princess Consort realized she had been greedy and hurriedly explained, "Your Highness, I have overstepped, I hope you will not bla ."
Prince Jing, however, did not find anything inappropriate in what the Princess Consort had said.
Because no one wants to share what they like with others.
Including the won in the palace, which of them isn’t just generous in words, but secretly, their sches are nurous and chilling.
In the life at the capital city, even within his own ho, Prince Jing could not make too many promises as they were under the watchful eyes of many.
Because it’s better not to give hope when so things cannot be achieved.
However, here, the couple could indulge their whims, and while he might not fulfill the Princess Consort’s wishes for a lifeti, he could still fulfill them montarily.
Last ti, the incident where the Princess Consort fainted due to her internal distress was ever present in his mind, although he had repeatedly inquired afterwards, the Princess Consort stubbornly refused to speak.
In this matter, Prince Jing was helpless and could only temper his own temper as much as possible, trying not to let the Princess Consort feel agitated, lest he carelessly upset her again.
"Now that we are in this town, shall we follow the local customs and conduct a secret visit in disguise?" Prince Jing suggested with interest.
The Princess Consort was confused, "What do you an, Your Highness?"
Prince Jing stopped walking, looked directly at the Princess Consort, "From this mont, I shall call you ’my lady’, and you shall call ’my lord’. How about that?"
The face of the Princess Consort blushed red. Just now, she had been nervous about eting Ye Jiu, but under Prince Jing’s comforting presence, she felt much calr, "My lord..."
This endearnt, nevertheless, was one she had not dared to utter for over a decade.
"My lady, let’s go." Prince Jing, finding the Princess Consort too overly cautious in her steps, reached out and pulled her along.
The rural land was uneven and littered with small stones, but it was not to the extent that one couldn’t walk or would trip with every step, yet the Princess Consort’s dawdling pace had long been unbearable to Prince Jing.
However, in Prince Jing’s mind, won were all overly sentintal, making a fuss over the slightest things as if it were a matter of life or death.
Therefore, to consider the Princess Consort’s feelings, he did not voice his disdain.
Although Prince Jing was feeling quite impatient inside, currently, this feeling was indeed sothing he had never experienced before.
Clearly, he should have been impatient, but oddly, he felt a secret joy budding in his heart, what was this situation?
Soon, they arrived in front of Ye Jiu’s house.
Ye Jiu’s new house was the most outstanding and the biggest in Wangshan Village, modeled after the hos of substantial families, with a large courtyard enclosing a smaller one. Though not very large, it was quite noticeable in this small village of mud houses.
Moreover, because of Ye Gaosheng’s upcoming wedding tomorrow, the inside and outside of the house, including the trees at the doorstep, were decorated with red flowers and lanterns, creating an atmosphere of joy that was visible at first glance.
While leading the horse, Prince Jing let go of the Princess Consort’s hand and approached a young servant hanging lanterns on the tree, asking, "Young man, is this the ho of Ye Jiu and Ye Gaosheng?"
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