The Little Prince was seven years old.
At seven years old, he was already quite sensible.
Knowing his sister's background, the little prince was heartbroken for her. His big watery eyes gazed at her while he hugged her and lovingly rubbed his cheek against her neck, comforting her in his own way.
**
The news of Su Qingluo returning to Capital City spread to the Imperial Court. Xu Ruyun let out a long sigh.
In a blink of an eye, more than four years had passed.
She had done her best to hide Little Qingluo's identity, not wanting the Empress to target her prematurely.
Unexpectedly, Duke of Zhen's Mansion still uncovered the truth of that year.
Fate was just like this; what was meant to come eventually did.
Because of Little Qingluo's arrival, Capital City would once again be shrouded in wind and clouds, plunging into a new round of turmoil.
**
Imperial Palace, Serene Snow Pavilion.