"Your Highness, are we really just letting Princess Qing go like this?"
Gu Ha watched their departing party, speaking sullenly. His heart was filled with an indescribable melancholy—or perhaps regret, on the Prince's behalf.
Dressed in a cloak, Zhou Junlin sat on his horse, gazing at the carriage convoy as it receded into the distance. He lifted his head to the faintly dawning sky, then turned his horse around. "Let's go," he said, his face expressionless.
"Yes..."
Gu Ha nodded to the general guarding the gate, who returned the gesture with a cupped-fist salute.
'These are all Prince Ling's men, brought in as temporary replacements. He really pulled out all the stops and opened every door for Princess Qing!'
As Zhou Junlin left, he glanced over at the noodle stall. "Gu Ha, clean it up."
Gu Ha replied, "...Yes."
Even after settling into the carriage, Yin Huan was still in a state of disbelief.
"All these supplies... Prince Ling just gave them to us?"
