The sky had darkened, yet the Prince of Annan called for food to be brought in. Within the guest hall of the general's tent, amidst the flickering candlelight, there lay a feast of fine wine and delicacies.
Min Ning sat uneasily, yearning to uncover the truth and demand answers. Yet here, deep within the Prince's military camp, every step felt shackled, each misstep fraught with peril.
As she picked at her food and glanced upward, she saw Chen Yi conversing cheerfully with Qin Qingluo. Topics flowed easily between them, bringing forth frequent laughter. Min Ning frowned.
How could that scoundrel always talk to the Prince about the Princess?
Such… an impropriety.
No matter how close one's friendship might be, discussing another's wife so frivolously was ultimately against propriety and ethics. After all, a wife is referred to as "the inner person" precisely because she belongs inside, not outside, and should not be freely talked about by outsiders.
