Chapter 141 That Kind of Thought

The horse carriage rattled along.

Leng Yu Yan lowered her eyes and restrained herself, his words clearly held a profound meaning.

Since the marriage decree had been issued, whenever he spoke to her, he would call her Crown Princess Consort.

When outside of the Eastern Palace, the palace maids and eunuchs called her Crown Princess Consort; inside the Eastern Palace, they referred to her as Miss Lai or simply as Miss—as if it was an unwritten rule.

At this moment, his words seemed to decisively intend to bind her to his side forever.

Leng Yu Yan sighed helplessly.

The back of her neck where he had bitten her itched, and a slight movement brought a sour, aching sensation.

She pushed aside her hair, trying to touch the wound, but her fingers caught on strands stuck to the wound, pulling them painfully.

"Hiss—"

Tears she had been holding back rushed forth; she blinked furiously, managing to suppress the glimmer in her eyes.