"Um, Your Highness, are you facing some kind of problem? If you trust me, why not tell me? It's always better to have someone else come up with a solution than to try it yourself, right?" Hong Xiaoduo asked tentatively.
It wasn't that she was overconfident; if all else failed, she could sneak into her spatial dimension and ask her mother!
Seeing her cautious and thoughtful expression, Murong Jing found it both amusing and helpless. However, this was for the best; at least she hadn't distanced herself from him because of her mother's words.
"If I hadn't come, were you just planning to leave like that?" Mu Rongjing asked with a smile, not answering her previous question, because he didn't want to lie to her.
So that's why she was unhappy. Hong Xiaoduo breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time felt a little guilty. She said with a smile, "Otherwise, should I go looking for the young master everywhere? Wouldn't that cause more people to misunderstand? That wouldn't be good for the young master."
Besides, I firmly believe that if we're destined to meet again, we will. Haven't we already met three times?
Mu Rongjing knew she was lying, but there was one thing she was right about: this was indeed the third time they had met in the capital!
"Xiao Duo, have you finished talking? Shouldn't we set off now? If we delay any longer, how about the young master treats us to lunch before we leave?" Dong Yuefan said with a smile, putting his arm around Kaiyang.
He really was just joking and didn't mean anything by it. It wasn't that he looked down on this prince before, but he had developed resentment towards him because his elders had compared him to him so many times.
However, Mu Rongjing thought he was doing it on purpose.
This was the first time in his life that he had acted so pettyly; they hadn't even exchanged a few words yet, why was he rushing him!
“Alright, Jinghua Tower, is that alright? Even if you arrive at the military camp a few days late, no one will dare to say anything to you.” Mu Rongjing replied with a smile.
"There's no rule about when I have to arrive, so there's no such thing as being late. Jinghua Tower? Xiaoduo, shall we go?" Dong Yuefan didn't realize that what she had just said was sarcastic, and she asked Hong Xiaoduo with a smile.
Hong Xiaoduo quickly smiled and shook her head, saying, "No, if you have the opportunity to come to the capital again in the future, please invite me then, Your Highness. Your Highness, I'll take my leave now, until we meet again." With that, Hong Xiaoduo clasped her hands in a fist salute to Murong Jing.
Then, he reached out and patted Kaiyang on the shoulder: "Go back with your mother quickly."
After saying that, he nodded to the Hua family standing not far away, turned around and walked towards the carriage without pausing for a moment. Once in the carriage, he told Uncle Tong to set off.
As the carriage moved forward, Dong Yuefan waved to her brother who had seen her off not far away, then mounted her horse and chased after Hong Xiaoduo's carriage.
"Mother, even if you don't come to see me, I will come looking for you when I grow up." Kaiyang shouted loudly as he watched the carriage getting further and further away from him, and then tried hard to hold back the tears in his eyes.
Hearing the child's cries, Hong Xiaoduo, who was inside the carriage, burst into tears. She couldn't stop herself from crying, but she restrained herself from lifting the carriage curtain or looking at the child by the city gate.
At this moment, on the city wall above the city gate, Princess Fenglin looked down. The Dong family had entered the city, and the Wei family mother and son had also boarded a carriage and entered the city. Only her son was still standing there like a tree stump, motionless. The princess felt both heartache and anger.
She felt sorry for her son, who had finally found a girl he liked, but she was also angry that her son was not proactive enough. Even if the Wei family sent a message and told her exactly what the girl had said, what difference would it make?
If you like someone, go for it! How will you know it won't work if you don't try?
Does he expect the girl to pursue him instead?
"Standing there like a waiting-for-husband stone won't do any good. Serves you right. Go back, go back. It's embarrassing." Princess Fenglin said irritably, then flicked her sleeves and stomped her foot as she walked down the city wall.
"What nonsense are you talking about? That's your son, a boy. Why call him the Waiting-for-Husband Stone?" the Marquis corrected in a low voice as he quickly followed up.
Upon hearing this, Princess Fenglin turned around abruptly, her phoenix eyes glaring angrily: "Why are you arguing with me at a time like this? Hurry up and prepare a doctor for him."
Caught off guard, the Marquis nearly bumped into the Princess. He said in a bright voice, "Why prepare a doctor? Are you worried that Jing'er will fall ill because of this? It's not that serious, it's not that serious."
"My lord, your son is about to fall ill." The princess was now looking at her husband with a lot of displeasure.
"Look at you, who would curse their own son to get sick? Sick? What kind of sickness? A real man shouldn't be so delicate as to get sick." The Marquis knew that the Princess was worried about her third son.
The princess glared at him again and sneered, "What illness? Lovesickness, the kind that's incurable and you can't die from, hmph." With that, she stormed off the city wall.
She got off the carriage without going to the city gate to persuade her son to return home, and without waiting for the Marquis. She got into the carriage herself and fiercely ordered the driver to return home.
The coachman dared not disobey, glanced sympathetically at the Marquis approaching from a distance, and drove off first.
"Oh? Oh!" The Marquis watched the carriage leave and sighed helplessly. He was about to go out of the city gate with his hands behind his back to persuade his son when he saw his son enter the city gate. Realizing what was happening, the Marquis quickly turned around and hid behind a pillar.
Peeking out from behind the stone pillar, he saw his son walk past him, looking lost and dejected, with his mount clattering behind him.
Sigh, isn't it said that the younger generation surpasses the older generation? When it comes to matters of the heart, why isn't my son as brave as I am?
At a fork in the road not far from the capital, Hong Xiaoduo's carriage met up with Uncle Chuan's carriage from the Marquis of Fu'an's residence, and they continued on their way.
Dong Yuefan, who was on horseback, had just noticed that the carriage of the Marquis of Fu'an's residence was packed full.
Although he knew that his parents had given Xiaoduo a gold ticket, he still felt that they should also provide her with a carriage and plenty of clothes and other necessities.
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