Watching Xingxing walk away.
And further away, Xie Jingchen was holding Su Jin.
Su Jin's head rested in Xie Jingchen's arms, and she could only see her legs and slightly swaying feet.
The shoes embroidered with golden silk and silver thread looked like they were flaunting and provoking.
Princess Fuqing's eyes were red with anger.
In Nanliang, she had never suffered such anger; why did she come to Daqi?!
After walking a bit further, Su Jin looked at Xie Jingchen and said, "You can put me down now."
"It's been a while since I've held you; let me hold you a bit longer," said Xie Jingchen.
"...."
Wasn't it just last night that he held her!
Xie Jingchen didn't let go, and Su Jin's struggle was in vain as she was carried directly into the pavilion.
The Emperor saw this and said, "Did you twist your ankle?"
Su Jin, "...."
Fine.
She had to pretend to have a twisted ankle.
Xie Jingchen put Su Jin down, and Su Jin cooperatively let out a hiss.
