The carriages were ready, and so were the occupants. Prince Liang Chen stepped out in his yellow robe, basking in the sunlight that gave his body a radiant glow.
Today was special, and like the first time he had arrived in Yelan, he wore a white veil over his nose. To others, it was to protect him from the dusty path, but Liang Chen knew better. He was boiling from within, and nothing could mask his emotions better than the veil.
As he stepped forward, a hand appeared before him. Without a second thought, Liang Chen accepted the invitation. He leaned forward and let his hand guide him. The touch was calm, like a steady assurance he didn't know he needed.
As he settled inside, Eunuch Shen took the reins while Shuming sat on the other end.
"Let's go."
The thundering voice of Ji Mingyaun echoed, and the carriages began rolling.
"What is on your mind?" the Crown Prince suddenly asked when his consort wouldn't stop fidgeting with his fingers, his nails digging into his skin.
