On the way back, Jiang Yichun lifted Bai Ruozhu onto the horse, letting her nestle in front of him, his handsome face so cold it seemed close to icing over. Bai Ruozhu felt a bit embarrassed to be so intimate with him with so many people watching, and she couldn't help but twist her body, but his arms, as if cast from copper and iron, clamped tightly to her sides, preventing her from moving even slightly.
Bai Ruozhu's face fell, certain that her husband was about to criticize her again.
The monarch, seeing how seriously injured Princess Yingtong was, forgot the trouble she had caused by her impetuous departure from the palace, after all, she was still a child, acting impulsively out of genuine concern for her royal uncle's safety.
As for the queen, the monarch didn't even spare her a glance. If it weren't for Princess Yingtong supporting the queen, the monarch would have even considered throwing her out of the palace and forbidding her from returning.