Zhou Junlin returned to the carriage, and Zhen Niang hurried after him.
"Prince, I will arrange for men at once…"
"There's no need."
Zhou Junlin's eyes were half-closed, his handsome face showing a trace of fatigue. "You don't need to involve yourself in this matter any further."
Zhen Niang froze. "Then what should I do?"
"What can you possibly do now?" The speaker was Song Xilan. She spoke softly, "There are so many eyes on us here in Li Zong Pass. It's best you don't cause any more trouble for the Prince."
She used the gentlest of tones, yet her words made Zhen Niang's face flush with shame.
Zhen Niang bit her lip. Even though she was unwilling, as long as Prince Ling didn't speak, she had to accept it respectfully.
"It was my incompetence…"
