The end of March had long swept away the bitter cold of winter. Although it was not yet the time for flowers to compete in their beauty, the freshness in the air was exhilarating.
The breeze brushed past, and blooming apricot blossoms swirled down with the wind.
One petal happened to land on Princess Nanyan's dark hair, adding a touch of allure to her serene and gentle face, like the perfect finishing touch in a painting.
Du Yunluo's gaze fell upon that petal, and she suddenly thought of Princess An Ran.
"The day Princess An Ran was married off, I went to attend the ceremony," Du Yunluo said softly. "She said your fate was better than hers."
Princess Nanyan was surprised, pausing for a moment. "I think she's not bad either. A starved camel is still bigger than a horse. Marrying into the Enrong Bo Mansion, she'll have a life free from worries."
Du Yunluo was startled by these words, murmuring "a life free from worries," finally grasping the unusual feeling in her heart.
