Chu Yixuan suddenly felt a gaze staring at him. He subconsciously turned his head back. Just in time to see the curtains on the carriage window fluttering with the wind. A figure moved. He looked again, puzzled, but didn't see anything out of the ordinary.

  He thought he had seen a flower, but it didn't seem like it. After a moment of doubt, he still opened his mouth to ask: "Cheng Er, just now I saw a person's shadow flashing on the carriage. Is there anyone else on the carriage?"

  "Oh, I was going to report to Your Majesty later. Since you've already seen her, the woman in the carriage is one of my concubines. She's not feeling well and caught a chill on the road, so it's not suitable for her to be exposed to the wind. That's why I left her in the carriage. Today, she can't come out to pay respects to Your Majesty. When she recovers, I'll definitely bring her to the palace to meet you."

  Chu Yixuan smiled and said: "Oh, the one inside is your concubine. Cheng Er is so tense and protective of her. Could it be that she's going to be your future queen?"

  "Yes. The person my younger brother will marry in the future is her." Chu Yicheng looked at his imperial brother with determination.

  Yan Xijun regretted that she almost got caught by him. Fortunately, she reacted in time and pulled down the curtains. Otherwise, he would have seen her.

  She heard their conversation outside, Yan Xijun became more anxious, since Chu Yicheng said she was ill, she had to pretend a bit, so she coughed lightly, her voice not too loud or too soft, just audible from the outside.

  "Cheng Er, since your concubine is ill, I'll send for the imperial physician to take a look at her." Chu Yi Xuan said with concern.

  "Oh, no need, Imperial Brother. No need to disturb the imperial physician. It's just a minor illness. She's just afraid of the cold." Chu Yicheng suggested: "Imperial Brother, why not have someone send her to the Jingwang Fu first to avoid the cold? Is that alright?"

  "It's okay, it seems like there will be a big snowfall today." Chu Yixuan said: "Since you went to the border, the Jing Wang Fu has been empty for a long time. Fortunately, I ordered people to clean up every day. In these years, some expansions have also been made and redecorated. Now it's okay to move in."

  "Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty." Chu Yicheng replied. Then he ordered Fang Qi to escort the carriage back to the mansion.

  Yan Xijun returned to the Wangfu in the capital city of Chuyi City, but she didn't dare go anywhere and stayed inside all the time. However, she couldn't sit still and was getting anxious until snowflakes started falling from the sky. She could no longer stay seated and decided to go out and look for Chuyi City, wondering if he had returned or not.

  The King's mansion is very large, but there are not many people below. Perhaps the King has just returned to Beijing and many things have not been arranged yet, so there are fewer slaves.

  Yan Xijun walked out of the house and didn't see Fang Qi anywhere. He had no idea where he went. As he walked along the corridor, he didn't meet any servants on the way. Even if he occasionally met a few, they were all unfamiliar faces, so there was no danger.

  The palace was very quiet. The large courtyards were all silent. She gazed at the snowflakes falling from the sky. She wrapped her clothes tighter around her body. She pulled her hat down a bit tighter.

  Suddenly, Yan Xijun heard a woman's voice coming from the corridor to her left front. She thought it was one of the palace maids and wanted to go ask them if King Jing had returned or not.

  Just a few steps away, I heard that coquettish voice: "Aiya, it's freezing outside. The palace is much better. Who knows what the Emperor was thinking? Why did he come here with King Jing instead of returning to the palace?"

  Another voice urged anxiously, "Shh, princess, be careful, there are ears on the other side of the wall. This is the King of Jing's residence, not our imperial palace. Just bear with it for now and don't make any more noise. Be careful not to be heard by His Majesty and leave a bad impression."

  When Yan Xijun heard the two voices, she was so scared that she stopped her footsteps. These two voices were still audible to her. Weren't they Yang Qixue and her personal palace maid?

  Alas, it's a narrow road to enemies. How did I bump into them here? And how did they end up at the Jing Wang Fu? From Yang Kui Xue's tone, it seems that Emperor Chu Yi Xuan has also arrived.

  Yan Xijun hid behind a pillar to try to gather more useful information, and quietly took a peek at them. Sure enough, it was Yang Qixue and Gong Nüling'er.

  At this moment, Yang Qixue rubbed her hands and said: "Ling'er, what are you afraid of? Now I am the most powerful concubine in the harem. The emperor also loves me so much. Even if he knew what I just said, I think he won't blame me."

  "Your Majesty, it's better to be more careful. Just because you're already the Snow Queen, those 'women' in the harem are all trying to find fault with you. You mustn't give them an excuse to frame you. Today, only you were brought out of the palace by the Emperor, this is a great honor! Ling'er advised: "So, Your Majesty, don't complain anymore. You should put on a happy face. If the Emperor sees that you're happy, he'll also be in a good mood."

  "I understand all the reasons you've mentioned, but this Jing Wang Fu is really too deserted and cold. It's also freezing here. Clearly, the Emperor had already prepared to return to the palace, but then suddenly changed his mind and followed Jing Wang back to Jing Wang Fu instead. I truly can't figure out why he did that."

  "Your Highness, you're not unaware of this. Among these surviving princes, the Emperor and Prince Jing are the closest and best of brothers. Not having seen each other for decades, they must have a lot to talk about."

  Yan Xijun saw that the two of them were getting more and more off-topic, felt it was unnecessary to listen anymore, and was about to retreat and take a detour.

  At this time, she heard many steady footsteps coming from behind, and vaguely heard a sentence: "Cheng Er, are you satisfied with the decoration of the Wang Fu?"

  "Reply to Emperor brother. Your subject is very satisfied."

  Don't want to use it. Also know what kind of people came over.

  Good heavens! What's to be done? Ahead of her was Yang Xue and behind her was Chu Yixuan. Whether she moved forward or backward, they might both recognize her.

  Yan Xijun hastily pulled the brim of her hat down a bit lower. Fortunately, there was still a thin layer of gauze on the hat, which temporarily served to cover her face.

  As the sound got closer and closer, she didn't know what to do. She wanted to jump over the corridor railing to escape, but unfortunately, there was a small pool below. A thin layer of ice had formed on its surface. She feared that if she fell into the water, it would cause even more trouble.

  She stood there hesitating, until a surprised voice rang out: "How did you end up outside?" Before the words had even fallen, Yan Xijun was already being pulled into someone's embrace.

  Chu Yicheng was anxious and asked in a low voice: "Why did you come out?"

  "I'm looking for you, I have something to say." Yan Xijun snuggled into his arms and replied in a low voice as well. For the first time, she felt that his embrace was a very safe place. With him by her side, she felt at ease.

  "You're also too reckless." Chu Yicheng rebuked, tightly embracing her. He was also afraid that they would recognize her.

  "Is that your concubine? " Chu Yixuan also walked over, curiously looking at the two of them and asking. He felt that the figure's back was somewhat familiar, as if he had seen it before, but only familiar. He didn't dare to recognize her rashly.

  Yan Xijun buried her head deep into Chu Yicheng's chest. He was standing right next to him, and she could smell the familiar scent of Longtan incense on his body. She was so nervous that her heart was racing like a drum. She knew that if she wasn't careful, all her efforts would be in vain.