"It's all right..."
Cui Rong's eyes flickered.
Did His Highness mean... he could touch his hand again in the future?
His ears twitched, slowly flushing red.
His heart fluttered.
Suddenly, as though remembering something, he hurriedly handed the hand warmer he had left to one side to the Crown Prince. "Your Highness, hold this to warm your hands first."
The Crown Prince looked up, his lips parting, but ultimately said nothing and quietly accepted it.
He lowered his lashes.
The hand warmer... was warm enough, but somehow, it felt less warm than when Cui Rong had held his hand between his own.
Each lost in his own thoughts, the two fell silent inside the carriage.
A moment later.
Cui Rong raised his eyes slightly.
He looked at him,
and asked, "Your Highness... has everything been well lately?"
"Everything has been well."
The Crown Prince looked up at him. "And you, Little Uncle? Have you... settled into Jiangzhou?"
Cui Rong paused briefly. "...I've been well too."
I just... miss you a little.
That's good.
The Crown Prince thought.
"Does my sixth imperial brother... still resent me?"
He asked abruptly.
Cui Rong stiffened slightly.
He lowered his eyes. "He..."
"Sir, we've arrived at the residence," the coachman suddenly announced.
Hearing this, Cui Rong changed the subject. "Your Highness, we're here."
He lifted the carriage curtain, jumped down first, and reached out to help the Crown Prince.
Suddenly remembering something, he instinctively withdrew his hand.
The next moment, someone clasped it, and his eyes widened slightly.
He looked up at the Crown Prince in confusion.
The Crown Prince's gaze shifted away, the tips of his ears reddening slightly. "Sorry, my foot slipped..."
Cui Rong immediately tightened his grip. "I'll support you, Your Highness."
As he passed the coachman, he instinctively lowered his voice.