"Prince Consort, are you alright? Did you have another nightmare?" Ouyang Qian held a warm towel, wiping away the dense sweat on Lin Yi's face.
When it was just Lin Yi and Ouyang Qian, with no outsiders present, Ouyang Qian would address Lin Yi as the Prince Consort.
Yes, her Prince Consort alone.
Lin Yi awoke from his sleep, feeling quite heavy-hearted.
"Qianqian, how many days have we been in Jiannan State?" he asked.
Ouyang Qian counted on her fingers and replied, "Four days, Prince Consort. What's wrong?"
Four days, by which time the young Emperor should have received his own urgent dispatch, dismissing Guo Huaimu, and the Holy Decree promoting Sun Pingkai should have arrived as well.
But for some reason, Lin Yi felt an inexplicable unease in his heart.
"Qianqian, accompany me to the marketplace," he suggested.
Lu County was a poor little county, its marketplace neither bustling with activity nor populous.
