Rustle, rustle, rustle...
Drizzle scattered over the street. People occasionally passed along the road outside the carriage, yet their sounds seemed shut out beyond heaven and earth.
The pages were covered in tiny, fly-head-sized characters. The words concerned everyday household affairs, yet longing lay hidden everywhere.
Seeing the familiar handwriting, Xie Jinhuan felt as though he had returned in an instant to his teenage years as a young brat in the Capital City. His eyes actually brimmed with hot tears.
As for the beautiful, kindhearted Sister Guo, he was filled with gratitude toward her. Had his affairs in Great Qian not remained unfinished, he really would have turned around and left.
Quite a few high-ranking dignitaries were still passing outside, so Xie Jinhuan could hardly read closely. He put the letter away inside his robes, subdued his emotions a little, then returned under his umbrella to the commandery princess's parked carriage, where he saw a young woman in white climbing aboard.
The girl wore white, without a single jeweled hairpin or any trace of another color on her body. Only her luscious red lips offered a vivid contrast. Paired with her peaceful, prosperous-looking little round face, she resembled an innocent little princess of fifteen or sixteen.
Xie Jinhuan had encountered the commandery princess's procession on the road without looking closely. Now, he almost failed to recognize her.
After all, although his landlady had always looked young, her presence had been that of a thoroughly mature beauty, irreverent and steeped in the regal elegance of an empress or imperial consort.
But dressed in mourning clothes now, the girl looked so youthful, much like Zisu...
As he looked her over, Commandery Princess Changning turned her eyes toward him.
"You should get in too."
Xie Jinhuan followed her into the spacious carriage and