Yin Zhiqing felt the utmost sorrow in her heart, yet she didn't know whom she could turn to talk about it. Without realizing it, she found herself outside Jiang Li's tent.
Inside the tent, a figure sat quietly, and Yin Zhiqing walked in. The soldiers guarding the entrance did not stop her.
Jiang Li was sitting inside the tent, a lamp lit upon the table. She rested her head on one hand, seemingly lost in thought. Hearing a noise, she turned her head to look and her gaze froze upon Yin Zhiqing's face.
Yin Zhiqing's face was streaked with tears.
Jiang Li furrowed her brows, "County Princess? What's the matter with you?"
It was just a simple question, but it triggered all the panic and helplessness, injustice and resentment that Yin Zhiqing had suppressed over the past few days. She quickly took a few steps forward and said to Jiang Li, "Did you already know?"
"Know what?" Jiang Li looked at her, puzzled.
