However, the strange thing is that Prince Xian, Qin Jinchen, does not seem opposed to the Princess’s closeness to her. He seems to have forgotten that Mu Qingge’s fiancée is another of his sisters.
Mu Qingge lowered her eyes, looking at the sleeping profile of the little Princess, her rosy cheeks like tempting red apples, inviting a bite.
"Changle, Yong Huan. Your Majesty truly loves the two princesses." Suddenly, she murmurs.
Qin Jinchen slowly turned his gaze, his eyes calm and unwavering as they landed on her, seeming to discern the true aning of her words.
Unfortunately, apart from a faint smile at the corner of Mu Qingge’s lips, there was no emotion for him to glimpse. With a slight withdrawal of his gaze, he looked towards the distant horizon and said, "The titles of Changle and Yong Huan were both chosen by the Empress Dowager."
Mu Qingge looked at him with surprise.
In other words, these titles have nothing to do with Your Majesty’s affection. From this, she also discerned his attitude towards the current Emperor.
Retracting her gaze, Mu Qingge fell silent. Around them, the quiet returned once more.
The gentle breeze swept across, causing the green grass on the ground to ripple.
The tranquility of the mountains made one greedily reluctant to leave.
In the depths of Mu Qingge’s eyes, she reflected on this beauty, yet despite her reluctance, she had to depart. Because she had many tasks yet to complete.
Cautiously placing the still sleeping little Princess on the grass, Mu Qingge carefully covered her with a cloak.
"You’re leaving without waiting for Lianlian to wake up?" Qin Jinchen silently watched her, speaking suddenly as she stood up and turned away.
Mu Qingge turned her gaze towards him, slowly shaking her head: "Please tell the Princess that I bade farewell when she awakes, Prince Xian."
Qin Jinchen nodded silently.
For so reason, in that silent exchange of glances, Mu Qingge felt as though her soul was being scrutinized.
She slightly furrowed her brows, but that penetrating gaze calmly withdrew.
Giving Qin Jinchen a glance, Mu Qingge turned to shout to Fatty Shao: "Fatty, we’re leaving."
Already impatiently waiting, Fatty Shao, upon hearing this, quickly dashed over with a broad smile on his chubby face.
Bidding farewell to Prince Xian, Mu Qingge and Fatty Shao prepared to depart.
Suddenly, Qin Jinchen’s voice ca from behind: "If you don’t favor it, why not leave?"
Mu Qingge paused her steps, frowned, and looked back at Qin Jinchen.
She seed to be questioning the aning behind his words.
Unfortunately, what she saw was just a pair of suprely calm eyes.
Turning away, Mu Qingge’s voice gradually faded and disappeared in Qin Jinchen’s sight. No one noticed that at that mont, a faint layer of loss appeared in his serene eyes.
Away from the small hillside, Fatty Shao scratched his head and asked, "Boss, what did Prince Xian an by his words?"
"I don’t know." Mu Qingge responded straightforwardly.
"Huh? You don’t know?" Fatty Shao had a face full of surprise.
Mu Qingge cast him a glance and sneered: "Looking at you, it would seem as though I must know every single thing in this world."
To her surprise, Fatty Shao acknowledged matter-of-factly: "Of course! Who are you? You’re Mu Qingge, my boss!"
Mu Qingge was rendered speechless.
She admitted, she was defeated by this Fatty’s train of thought.
Why should her being his boss an she must know everything? What relation does one have to the other?
"Boss, didn’t we promise to celebrate the Princess’s birthday again? Will it be a problem to leave now?" Fatty Shao caught up a few steps and asked again.
"If you wish to stay longer, I won’t stop you." Mu Qingge replied.
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