Zhao Yang frowned slightly.
The warm scene before her eyes suddenly made Princess Zhao Yang feel a twinge of disgust.
How could she have been so blind to fall for such a fickle man?
Her eyes brimming with revulsion, she flicked her sleeves and left the Yan family's estate, swiftly boarding her carriage back to the princess's residence.
As the carriage rolled slowly along, Zhao Yang grew increasingly frustrated with her own foolishness. It was as if her mind had rusted over, leading her to such an idiotic decision.
She muttered to herself, "I must have been sleep-deprived last night—how could I have thought of coming here to see him?"
A dignified princess, visiting the home of a mere official? It was an embarrassment to the royal family.
She turned to Yun'er and instructed, "If I ever act this foolishly again, you must stop me. Bar the gates if you have to—don't let me leave."
Yun'er hesitated before replying, "...Understood."
