"Everyone, follow this Princess to meet the envoys from Dongli Country,"
Chu Baihan rose quickly.
She mounted her horse, with Yan Lin and the others right behind her.
Zhu Xinyue also wanted to follow, but when she turned around, she discovered that there were no horses left by her side.
Her small face wrinkled up.
"Yueyue, give me your hand, I'll take you there,"
Just at that moment, Zhu Yinian came to Zhu Xinyue's side, reaching out his hand from atop his horse.
Looking at his broad palm, Zhu Xinyue's heart did not ripple much; it lacked the throbbing sensation of the past.
She slowly looked up, her tone distant as she said, "There's no need, big brother, I will find my own way over."
"Yueyue, why are you..."
Why are you being so cold to me.
Zhu Yinian's heart ached momentarily.
"Xinyue, stretch out your hand,"
Right at that moment, another horse stopped beside Zhu Xinyue.
Zhu Xinyue was taken aback, she turned her head.
