It seems it's already too late; Miss Du had already emerged, aided by Cuiya upon hearing the noise.
But seeing the intimate manner of the two people in the courtyard, how could those young ladies raised in the inner chambers understand?
A blush creeps onto her thin face, and she hurries back with her maid in tow.
How embarrassing!
Returning to her room, Cuiya feels a burst of envy.
"Why has the Prince returned so suddenly? The Prince and his wife indeed share a deep affection."
Everyone else marries so well, why is her own mistress so unfortunate?
Cuiya sighs wistfully.
In the past, when Master Xie treated his lady well, it seemed just as nice?
No—not quite as good.
The Prince, covered in snow and wind, must have rushed back, not even having time to change his clothes, he first seeks out his wife.
No one is as good to their spouse as the Prince to his wife.
