As the nanny and palace maids left grumbling, beneath the crabapple tree in the backyard, both of them burst into laughter unwittingly.
Tang Xiaotong laughed and then suddenly stopped, noticing the sparkle of tears in Princess Yujia's eyes.
The evening breeze brushed over the treetops, petals like snow fell upon her shoulder.
"The first time I rode a horse and shot wolves was at fourteen..." Princess Yujia smiled and softly said, "That day, snow like this was also falling."
What she didn't say was that at this moment, her heartbeat was even more intense than when she faced the wolves back then.
Tang Xiaotong looked at the petals clinging to her hair and remembered the legend told by the Turkic merchants.
The shamans on the steppe could transform people into anything. Tang Xiaotong suddenly wished he could become a snowflake, daring to fall between her eyebrows.
From outside came the sound of the Brocade Workshop closing its doors, and Princess Yujia had to leave.
