Yun Jiao, with tears still on her cheeks, knelt down and kowtowed, "Thank you, Second Crown Prince, for your rcy."
Wanyan Zhang waved his hand impatiently.
With her head lowered, Yun Jiao withdrew.
Yang Ying ca over and helped her back to the room.
Whether it was out of fear or relief, Yun Jiao lay on the bed and had a good cry.
She thought she had beco strong enough after all she had been through, only to realize now that she hadn’t.
She missed Jiang Youzhi more than ever.
She knew that even if he were by her side, perhaps nothing would change, but she just wanted a shoulder to lean on.
If he were here, he would gently wipe away all her tears.
He would tell her that it’s going to be okay.
But he’s not here!
Yun Jiao cried until her eyes were swollen like walnuts before she stopped.
She didn’t dare ntion returning to the camp to Wanyan Zhang again, so she remained silently in the traveling palace.
She realized she had forgotten her identity lately, a prisoner, what qualifications did she have to make such requests?
Even when playing cards, she could casually chat with Wanyan Zhang and Wulinda Hai, but that was just an illusion.
Their statuses were not equal.
After resting for two nights at the traveling palace, the group set out again.
Yun Jiao walked among the group of noblewon.
It wasn’t long before she was summoned by Wanyan Zhang’s personal soldiers.
Wanyan Zhang lazily leaned against the cushion, "You haven’t finished ’Journey to the West.’ Continue the story."
Yun Jiao kept her head down, "Yes."
Wanyan Zhang frowned, "Why are you so listless? Didn’t you have breakfast?"
Yun Jiao still kept her head down, "I did."
She lowered her eyes and thought for a mont, "Last ti we talked about Sun Wukong’s great battle with Red Boy..."
Wanyan Zhang listened for a while, his brows furrowed, "No, that’s not how you used to tell it!"
When she told stories before, she was animated at the exciting parts, sotis even imitating storytellers with a fan or by tapping the table.
Wanyan Zhang found not only her storytelling lively but also entertaining to watch.
Her expressions were so vivid.
But today, her storytelling lacked expression, and her tone had no inflection, as if she were reciting text, making him very irritated.
Wanyan Zhang waved his hand impatiently, "Enough, enough, no more stories today."
Yun Jiao quickly got up, "Then I shall take my leave."
Wanyan Zhang said nothing, and Yun Jiao bowed and withdrew.
After Yun Jiao left, Wanyan Zhang picked up a book from the couch, looked at it for a mont, and threw it aside irritably.
Lin Shishi suddenly whispered, "Doctor Gu is probably still worried about the child in her belly, so she doesn’t have the heart to tell stories."
Wanyan Zhang scowled, "Didn’t I say that day, let her keep the child!"
Lin Shishi glanced at him, cautiously saying, "Second Crown Prince, you did say that, to let her keep the child for now, and bring it up again after she’s cured the Empress in Huining."
Wanyan Zhang huffed; though he said that at the ti, since he had let her go then, he certainly wouldn’t bring up the matter of the miscarriage again.
Lin Shishi said no more, retreating into a corner as if to beco invisible.
Yun Jiao stood by the roadside for a while, and saw her father driving a carriage in the procession.
Seeing Yun Jiao by the roadside, Gu Yuheng quickly pulled over.
Uncle ran up, placed a footstool for Yun Jiao to step on, and boarded the carriage.
Inside the carriage, Lady Wu was holding Ruru, with Mrs. Chen and Sanya also inside.
The weather was hot, and the carriage curtains were rolled up. With the current situation, they no longer worried about propriety or reputation.
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