Hearing Yang Ye's voice, Nanshan Wanchi was pulled back from his thoughts.
Realizing that she was once again distracted by Huangfu Yi, her eyes became unnatural.
Reluctantly showing a smile to Yang Ye, she shook her head, "You won't be tired. Didn't we rest at the inn along the way?"
Facing Yang Ye's worried eyes, she felt a little apologetic when she thought that Huangfu Yi was still in her heart.
She reached out and took Yang Ye's arm. She leaned on his shoulder and said softly:
"What I want most now is to return to Haoyue as soon as possible, return to Prince Ye's Mansion, and live happily with you."
Yang Ye was stunned for a moment because of her words. Thinking of the scene he encountered in the imperial garden that night, he couldn't help but feel nervous.
Just hearing what she said, he couldn't help but feel happy in his heart
He held Nanshan Wanchi's hand tightly, increasing his strength.
"Okay, we will all be happy after returning to Prince Ye's Mansion."
As he spoke, he lowered his eyebrows and looked at Nanshan Wanchi, who was beside him with a smile on his lips, and pointedly said: "Wanchi, you must be happy, you know?"
"Well, of course, I will definitely be very happy staying with Brother Ye."
She found that when she said this, she had no confidence at all.
Being held in Yang Ye's arms, the warm breath was not the ambergris she was familiar with.
Even if she was allowed to lean on the arms that made her heart palpitate, her eyes would sting involuntarily.
Realizing that she was thinking of Huangfu Yi again, she frowned slightly
Feeling a little sorry for Yang Ye, she held his arm guiltily and said softly:
"Brother Ye, I'm sorry"
Yang Ye was stunned, knowing what she was going to say. He didn't say it clearly, but just smiled lightly.
"Although I don't know why you apologized to me, but since you apologized, I will accept your apology."
Behind him, he gently patted her little face, his eyes full of tenderness
"Okay, I accept your apology. As for you, don't think about anything. Now close your eyes and rest for a while. I will wake you up when we get to the next inn."
The carriage was covered with soft carpets, so soft that people could not feel the cold outside the carriage.
Yang Ye held her in his arms and gently stroked her back, his eyes full of pity.