"Commandery Princess, be careful with your words, we must avoid such language,"
Zhao Douan suddenly changed color, appearing the very model of righteousness, with the demeanor of a loyal lapdog to the Empress, he stepped back and said seriously:
"I fear His Majesty might misunderstand!"
"..." Xu Junling, whose sweet countenance and skin smooth as satin stiffened with a smile.
Feeling the strange gazes from all directions, she took a deep breath, clenched her hidden hand tightly, maintaining the elegance and demeanor of a "talented lady," and smiled:
"Mr. Zhao jests."
After dropping that remark, Zhao Douan couldn't care less about her, his gaze surveyed the surroundings.
Leaving the Capital, the scenery became much more open.
A long road that connected the north and south, lined by trees with yellowing leaves, presented a scene of decline.
Although there were still some remnants of green on the treetops, they were few.