"Really!?"
Princess Qingyang was both shocked and overjoyed. She stared at the note, reading it over and over, wishing she could burn every word into her memory.
She was almost incoherent.
"My royal father is still safe! That's wonderful, just wonderful!"
By the end, her voice was choked with sobs.
Ever since she'd heard about King Yan Nan's trouble, her heart had been in her throat. For days, she had tossed and turned, unable to sleep at night, and had grown visibly thinner.
Now, learning that King Yan Nan was still alive, the string that had been pulled taut for so long finally snapped.
The emotions she had suppressed for so long rushed forth, overwhelming her like a tidal wave.
Tears welled in her eyes, blurring the words on the note.
She quickly lifted her head and turned away, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes.
When she turned back, the corners of her eyes were still red, but it was clear she had tried her best to compose herself.
She took a deep breath.
