Silence. Xi Linxuan’s voice was slightly choked, his arms firmly gripping her shoulders.
Weilin comforted herself.
The princess about to be married might be favored, serving as a talisman against evil spirits and small dangers.
Yet, Weilin felt uneasy remembering her mother’s expression when Wei Fengye returned home. She aspired to be a broad-minded woman unaffected by honor or disgrace, but as Tuoba Jingshen said, this matter was settled, and she was unwilling to share a husband.
“Wei Chen, let’s escape. From now on, I’m no longer a prince, and you’re no longer a princess. We’ll hide in a remote place, live in anonymity, and have children…”
“But there are beauties in the palace, my parents in Huo Kingdom, and my brother in Yan Kingdom. The palace’s suggestion is not wrong. When we can escape, we’ll run away to the Western Regions. I’ve always wanted to see the people described in books,” Weilin said.
Escape seemed impossible. Leaving this mansion and city would only lead to death.
“Hmm, okay,” Xi Linxuan agreed.
The favored princess of the Rong Dynasty entered, wearing a tight-fitting dress. Weilin puzzled over the princess’s belly, wondering if she could be so fat at her age.
“Wei Chen, move over a bit.”
“Hmm? Oh.” Weilin shifted inward and pulled the blanket.
“How cold, having all this flesh.” A warm body pressed against her.
Weilin woke up, tried to turn but was tightly wrapped, only managing to turn her head slightly to see half a face.
“Palace Lord, how did you come over?” Weilin asked, confused.
“This is my bedroom. How could I not be here? Would I sleep on a grass mat?” Xi Linxuan replied, pressing her head to his chest. “It’s almost late spring, and you’re still so cold. Are you sick? I’ll call a doctor tomorrow.”
“Palace Lord, is this okay?” Weilin was worried.
“Wei Chen, don’t worry. The princess will disappear soon.”
“Ah? Why?”
“This is not something a woman should ask. Just sleep well.” Xi Linxuan patted her back.
