After all, Yujia is the peace princess; competing with the Emperor for a woman would be rebellious.
But seeing the sudden change in Yang Haibo's attitude now, he suspects Emperor Jing must have met the same fate as the Champion Marquis.
Back in the private room on the second floor, Tang Xiaotong rubbed his hands excitedly, at a loss for words.
Princess Yujia, however, looked sorrowful and said, "I've come here... to say goodbye to you."
"Goodbye?"
Tang Xiaotong's heart suddenly sank.
"The peace alliance is canceled, and the envoy no longer needs to stay; we will depart for Turkic in two days."
As she spoke, she took out a sachet from her bosom and handed it to Tang Xiaotong: "This... is for you."
Tang Xiaotong took the sachet, his fingertips brushing against her cold ones, causing his heart to flutter.
The sachet was embroidered with a galloping horse, the stitches were delicate and clearly done with care.
"Then you..."
