His hair was slightly disheveled, his face stern, his gaze piercing and spirited. As he rode, his robes billowed freely in the wind, like a horse in full gallop.
"Qingqing..."
As he spoke, he flipped over and landed atop the carriage. Parting the curtain to enter, he sat down beside her.
He looked at her with an extremely complex expression, his gaze soft yet profound, filled with an emotion she couldn't comprehend.
Xia Ruqing felt a cold sweat on her back. She only dared to look up for a moment before quickly lowering her head, not daring to meet his distinctive gaze.
"Qingqing, your ideas are very insightful!"
His deep, resonant voice suddenly sounded above her head.
Xia Ruqing trembled with fright.
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, I... I was just rambling nonsense. Your Majesty is the ruler of a nation, a grandmaster of strategy, capable of securing victory from a thousand miles away... This servant is utterly insignificant compared to Your Majesty!"
