"Really?" Like grasping a lifeline in desperation, Situtu Qinger lifted her head, her eyes bright with hope as she looked at the Fourth Prince.
Having rushed into the Fourth Prince's embrace in her urgency just now, she inadvertently lifted her head and found her cheeks pressing tightly against his.
"Ah…!"
Situtu Qinger, in a panic, quickly struggled to pull away.
Feeling the emptiness in his arms, the Fourth Prince experienced a tinge of loss.
Situtu Qinger was still in a state of shock, uncertain whether to feel frightened or relieved. Her face flushed and then paled: "Fourth Prince, please forgive me, I was disrespectful in my haste just now."
"It's fine! Qinger, don't worry about it." The Fourth Prince quickly regained his genteel composure, and his way of addressing Situtu Qinger also changed.
At this moment, Situtu Qinger's thoughts were entirely on the person War Prince had sent to escort her from outside the door. She didn't notice the change in address.
