The next morning.

At dawn, Yan Yunting left Yanjing City in a carriage. The carriage stopped at the official road, and Tan Tairou was already waiting at the intersection.

She was wearing a plain long dress, standing quietly at the intersection, looking particularly delicate and pitiful. Yan Yunting got off the carriage, looked at Tan Tairou who was wearing thin clothes, and said quickly: "It's cold today, and you are weak. If you catch a cold again, I will be very worried."

With tears in her eyes, Tan Tairou said softly, "Brother Yunting, we are parting today and I don't know when we will meet again. The border is dangerous, so be careful. Rou'er will be waiting for you in Yanjing."

Any man would be moved by such gentle and considerate words.

Yan Yunting softened his heart and secretly decided that he must not disappoint such a gentle woman. He said, "When I leave Beijing, Zhaoyang may target you. Rou'er, remember to protect yourself."

Tan Tai nodded softly and said lovingly, "The princess is not a willful person. If I don't make mistakes, she won't deliberately target me."

Yan Yunting said coldly: "Zhaoyang has always been willful."

It was just a breach of contract, but Zhaoyang refused to come to see him now. Yan Yunting looked back at Yanjing City. In the early morning, pedestrians were coming and going, but Zhaoyang's carriage had not yet appeared.

Yan Yunting felt extremely disappointed.

He was about to go on a long journey, but Zhaoyang didn't even bother to come and see him off.

It was late, and after Yan Yunting and Tan Tairou said goodbye, he returned to the carriage to take up his post. The carriage was moving slowly, and Yan Yunting felt inexplicably lost, and even had a faint fear of loss.

He had been away for three to five years, and Zhaoyang was left alone in Yanjing. There were many young talents around him who were attached to the princess. What if the princess changed her mind?

Yan Yunting lifted the carriage curtain, wanting to see if Zhaoyang was following. In the dim sunlight, he suddenly saw a slender figure hiding behind the shelves at the city gate. He couldn't see her face, but he could see the white jade plum blossom gold hairpin on the end of her hair.

This is the gold hairpin he gave to Zhaoyang!

The heavy stone hanging in Yan Yunting's heart fell heavily to the ground. Zhaoyang had indeed come to see him off secretly, but she had deliberately disguised herself as an ordinary woman in order to conceal her whereabouts.

Yan Yunting lowered the curtain and breathed a sigh of relief. He could travel without any worries, as Zhaoyang would be waiting for him in Yanjing.

The carriage slowly left. At the gate of Yanjing City, two young women were chatting. One of the women was surprised and asked, "Sister, the gold hairpin on your head is so beautiful, where did you buy it?"

The other woman smiled and replied, "I bought it at a shop in Yanjing. The price was very cheap."

"You are so lucky. This golden hairpin is obviously not an ordinary item."

The gate of Yanjing city is bustling with people coming and going, and it is still as lively as before.