Zhao Hongming cleared his throat a few times. "If Miss Chen minds, This Prince simply won't look."
"If Your Highness wishes to look, then look. It is nothing."
Chen Xuerong walked into the carriage openly and sat to one side.
She appeared calm on the surface, but inside, her thoughts were a tangled mess.
After Zhao Hongming had slain Zhang Biao and Shen Xishan, completely confirming her suspicions, reason dictated that she should have felt proud of her own keen judgment.
Yet for some reason, when she truly faced Zhao Hongming, she recalled how she had once taught him with such solemn earnestness. It made her feel inexplicably embarrassed and vexed.
So much so that she now had no idea how to get along with Zhao Hongming, what attitude she should take toward him. Her mind was in complete turmoil.
Zhao Hongming had not expected Chen Xuerong to be so forthright. To ease the awkwardness, he drew open the curtain, looked outside the carriage, and changed the subject. "The rain is really coming down hard outside."
Chen Xuerong lowered her head and did not answer.
Zhao Hongming found it rather dull as well. He sighed. "Does Miss Chen not wish to ask anything?"
"Your Highness hid things so carefully. Naturally, you had your own difficulties and plans. What right does this subject have to pry and ask questions?" There seemed to be a hint of retort in Chen Xuerong's tone.
It was a little like... she was angry?
Zhao Hongming was briefly speechless. Faced with such a situation, he truly did not know how to respond.
The carriage gradually filled with a silent yet alluring atmosphere.
Zhao Hongming had little experience with such matters, so he simply set them aside.
With a thought, he summoned the Heaven's Reward Martial Path