Before him and a few people from the Eastern Palace, he dared to ask her such a question.
In the glow of the campfire, she clearly saw the ears of those around her perk up.
Leng Yu Yan pursed her lips for a long while, then lowered her gaze and said, "Your Highness is the Tiansheng Crown Prince, and in the hearts of the people all over the world, your position is naturally exalted. I am a Tiansheng citizen, naturally just like everyone else."
At her words, Ye Yiheng laughed, his chest heaving with his mirth, causing the fur on the large cloak draped over his body to quiver along.
The chill of the forest at night was especially penetrating.
He suffered from the cold disease, so Song Guo had him wrapped in a large cloak.
But this cloak did little to warm him; on the contrary, he was steeped in the chill of the autumn night, and even his laughter carried a cold edge that made Leng Yu Yan want to get as far away from them as possible.
