Jiang Wanrong thanked her again and again.
Yue Er said a polite sentence, then took people and hurried back to her own main courtyard.
After that, the few of them lived together in the Princess's Mansion, but still had almost no interaction; everyone minded their own business in peace and quiet.
...
Late autumn.
The leaves fell in batches, one after another, and the chrysanthemums withered round after round.
The lush branches and brocade-like blossoms of midsummer had all grown desolate in the gusts of autumn wind, and even the people on the streets had thinned out a great deal.
Unknowingly, all the heat had ebbed away, leaving only cold frost covering the sky and earth.
The days passed by quietly, one after another.
The news that Jiang Wanrong had taken refuge in the Princess's Mansion blew into Lv Zhaoliang's ears like a gust of wind.
By then his wounds had long healed, but the anger in his heart only grew more and more pent up.
