Yan Wanqing's gaze was fixed intently upon the eyes of the woman inside the carriage.
The woman curved her lips into a light laughter.
"I trust you've been well, Princess Anping."
Qin Wu sized up Yan Wanqing, "The Commandery Princess under the bright moon, how did you end up in such a sorry state?"
Yan Wanqing took the melon from her hand, bit into it, and the juice refreshed her palate, "Truly sweet."
"Horses stumble, you've caught me at a laughable moment," Yan Wanqing admitted with an unspoken hardship.
She, who had always been astute, had taken such a huge tumble over a trifling matter; it was truly laughable.
No wonder Qin Wu was making fun of her.
Seeing the bitterness in Yan Wanqing's expression, Qin Wu knew she was in trouble.
"For a matter to trouble the Princess like this, it must not be trivial. But considering you're now the Commander-in-chief of the Western Expedition, with your wisdom and power, I am genuinely curious who this person is."
Who indeed?