"...Nothing." Pei Ye took a deep breath, "It's fine, lead the way."
"..."
Pei Ye realized that no one could share the same feelings with him.
Whether it was confidants, close ministers, or maids, the woman in their memories was always the wise and deep-hearted Prince Jinyang. No one truly knew what Li Xizhou was like.
Only he knew, only he remembered.
Pei Ye stepped through the gates of Zhu Jing Palace, where the figure adorned in crimson and gold stood under the eaves. She was as tall and beautiful as ever, majestic and distant, and at that moment, she shifted her gaze from the misty rain to Pei Ye.
This was the person Pei Ye most desired to meet in Shengjing.
Everyone treated Jinyang as Li Xizhou, but Pei Ye couldn't believe that Jinyang herself would forget who she was.
Pei Ye didn't stop in the courtyard and intended to head straight up the steps, but the golden mask descended, and an air of majesty halted him.
