Chapter Thirty Reunion

  In fact, for Xia Ziyu, she would rather enter the palace than stay by this man's side. She could find an excuse to escape, but he didn't know that now there was nothing more repulsive and terrifying to Xia Ziyu than him...

  The woman's gaze drifted away, looking at the snowflakes, and again, it was snowflakes... The day her mother passed away, it was also snowing like this. Her thin, withered hand tightly grasped hers. The once stunning beauty now lay on the bed, lifeless, like a soulless corpse. She really didn't understand why her mother, who had always been plump and healthy, could become so emaciated in just two short months. Her father told her that her mother had an incurable illness, but she was too young to understand what that meant.

  It was as if she had a premonition that the woman who once held her in her warm arms and affectionately called her "Lier" would be leaving her far, far away.

  She lay on the bed and wept bitterly, calling out "Mother" in a mournful voice.

  When she saw that scene in Drunken Spring Breeze. It was as if it would pull out the most painful thorn from her heart.

  "Your Highness, the carriage is ready—"

  Mo Yunxuan lightly murmured, a white brocade robe stood at the door, tall and straight figure, black hair flying in the wind, the wind lifted the white jade pendant hanging from his waist.

  A magnificent carriage stopped in front of the gate, with a crimson body, blue tin flowers wrapped around the wheels, and pale purple silk curtains.

  The rickshaw driver has put down his stool.

  Xia Zi suddenly felt a strong force grab her arm and pull her back just as she was about to take a step forward.

  "Come back early tonight, I don't want to wait long."

  Overbearing tone, Xia Ziyou's body trembled slightly

  Mo Yunxuan watched as Xia Ziyu got on the carriage, and with a flick of the whip, it left behind only a shadow.

  "Your Highness—"

  Murray bowed deeply to the ground

  Cold eyes, downcast gaze

  "Take good care of the princess—"

  "Obey orders——"

  The market was bustling and noisy all the way, crowded with people, but the horse-drawn carriage moved smoothly on the road.

  She lightly let out a "huh" and Zi'er curiously lifted the curtain

  The coachman smiled and said, "Miss must be curious, actually the north of the city is under the jurisdiction of our prince, most of the businesses, tea houses, and wine shops are all properties of the Yan Wang Fu"

  The soft curtains on both sides of the carriage were blown up by the wind from time to time, and Xia Ziyu's faint gaze looked out from inside. Two rows of shops filled with treasures, bustling wine houses and tea houses, high-rise buildings with long corridors in the distance, one after another, this is the most famous all-night city in Muxuan State.

  These are all her husband's industries? A bitter smile, it seems that her husband is indeed as rich and powerful as the rumors say. What ability does she have to contend with him? He can crush her more easily than stepping on an ant.

  The horse carriage moved forward, and in the distance, one could almost see the high palace walls situated in the south of the city.

  The surroundings were getting quieter and quieter, but the horse carriage stopped at this moment.

  "Miss——"

  Xia Zi Yu's slender hand gently hooked and slowly pulled up the brocade curtain.

  A handsome face with a strong English flavor enlarged before his eyes, with a watery sorrow between his eyebrows and eyes. That kind of thick sorrow seemed to be about to drip down, and Xia Ziqi's heart trembled slightly.

  Huangpu Huan. ???

  The long troops blocking in front of the carriage, the tall brown horses filled the entire avenue, faint voices

  "Why——?" The man on horseback, his silver cloak fluttering in the cold wind, seemed to have changed a lot after not seeing him for half a year. His tanned skin, heroic facial features, thick eyebrows, deep eye sockets, high nose bridge, and the masculine aura emanating from his body.

  Blocking Xia Zixi's horse carriage, the man looked down at her with a condescending gaze. His eyes seemed to hide deep pain and regret.

  Why? He's now come to ask her why, when everything she has now is thanks to him.

  Lowering the curtains indifferently, instructing the coachman

  "Let's go—"

  A loud roar outside

  "Why, tell me why, I asked you to wait for me, let you wait for me to come back—"

  "General, please restrain yourself. You're causing trouble for the princess. If this gets out and reaches the king's ears, neither you nor the princess will be able to escape responsibility."

  It was Murray's calm voice

  "This general fears nothing—"

  "Even if you, General, are not afraid, what about your father and family? Don't you care about them? Don't forget, this is an imperial decree for marriage."

  Xia Ziwei, who had been quietly sitting in the car, turned her head to one side, and a faint glint appeared at the bottom of her eyes.