Chun Shan stood by, combing Princess Jiahui's hair, a hint of worry in her eyes.
Princess Jiahui asked, "What are you afraid of?"
Chun Shan replied, "Might someone make things difficult for you because of Song Min's people discovering you?"
Princess Jiahui laughed, "So many people like me, and there are quite a few who wish I'd speak for them before the Emperor. It's well-known, after all. Is it possible that every time something happens to them, they have to involve me?"
Thinking this over, Chun Shan's furrowed brows immediately relaxed.
Princess Jiahui said, "You're just overthinking it." She hadn't spoken to Song Min, merely relayed a few messages through others; even if Song Min revealed it, there was no evidence.
After saying this, the smile in Princess Jiahui's eyes suddenly vanished. Whether Song Min lived or died, she didn't care in the slightest. She just disliked the North being in Song Xian's hands.
