At the city gates, Princess Donglin had already prepared the carriage. Prince Wu arrived late, and the princess nearly threw the feather duster in her hand at him.
"You know that person is beyond your reach—why go looking for trouble?" Princess Donglin scolded, exasperated.
Prince Wu lowered his head pitifully. "Elder Sister, I'm about to return to Donglin. Must you still scold me?"
Princess Donglin's nose tingled with emotion as she pulled her foolish, pitiable brother into a deep embrace.
Lowering her voice, she spoke gently, "You may love whomever you wish—except for her. There are many fine women in this world. One day, you'll meet the right one."
Prince Wu's eyes reddened.
Clutching his chest, he muttered hoarsely, "But Sister... my heart aches so much. I feel like I'll never love another woman again."
The summer wind carried his sorrow, whispering his love into the air.
