Junxu had stood in the freezing cold all night, and when Changsu arrived to drive her out, the snow had stopped falling, but it had fallen heavily on Junxu. Although she knew that her spiritual powers protected her, she had never been so exhausted.
In the end, she would still be left with illness.
Changsu steadied her hurried footsteps and quietly walked up to her
‘My prince’
Junxu’s eyes stared at the faint glimmer of light in the sky, and she said nothing
‘What are you looking at, Your Highness?‘
Junxu’s eyes moved
’I…wait until dawn, the sky will always brighten”
After saying this, she collapsed.
On the way back to the capital that day, two people returned lying down. One was Junxu, who was pale and covered in sweat. Even when she fainted, she clenched her lips tightly and didn’t make a sound. It was even difficult to feed her medicine.
The other was Tong Li, suffering from a high fever and unable to tell north from south. He kept mumbling a person’s name and kept crying, shouting from the border to the capital. In the end, his voice was hoarse, and his deep emotions and heartache were linked to his breathing, but no one could hear who it was.
King Wuyang Wang Changsu felt that perhaps neither of these two would have anything to say when they woke up. One had nothing to say, while the other had already said everything.
There was also a strange person, Feng Qin, who silently followed the procession. The soldiers had seen that he had come with an imperial decree and rumours were rife, but he didn’t say anything. Not even the slightest expression crossed his face, except for his eyes, which kept blinking. Chang Su felt that he was a stone statue.
He didn’t look at Jun Xu, not even once. The two people who had once been so close were now strangers, or perhaps not even that.
The journey to the capital was boring and suffocating. When the Prince of Wuyang arrived in the capital, he suddenly realised that she no longer felt the same hatred and fascination for the capital as she had long ago.
The Prince of Pingyang was carried directly into the palace, the Danyang Hall, where he was looked after by the emperor and a group of imperial doctors.
The Qin envoy, Pingyang Hou Tong Li, who also held the same title, was sent directly to the embassy, where imperial doctors attended to him and showered him with gifts every day.
Wuyang Wang was exhausted both physically and mentally. She dismounted, but her feet still felt a little unsteady and she staggered. Her nerves were completely relaxed, and she almost immediately felt like collapsing in the street.
This was the second time in her life that she had felt like this. The first time was when she had been utterly disheartened, the first time the old emperor had summoned her to his palace for his favour.
However, this time it was just sadness, not despair.
As she passed by Feng Qin, the King of Wuyang paused slightly, wanting to say something, but when he saw Feng Qin’s javelin-like straight body, it turned into a deep sigh.