Chu Qianli made her way back to Qianyun Pavilion without any further obstruction along the road.
Yet, as she arrived at the doorstep of Qianyun Pavilion, about to enter, the sound of horse's hooves suddenly came from behind.
Before she could turn her head to see clearly, a sudden chill swept over her.
Chu Qianli immediately felt a tightness around her waist, and then, she was lifted up against the wind.
Smelling that familiar scent, she did not struggle but was full of questions.
"Prince, where are you taking me?"
"Tonight is the birthday feast of Prince Yu."
"You're taking me to attend the birthday feast?" Chu Qianli was astonished.
The horse slowed down, and Chu Qianli looked down at herself, feeling uneasy.
"Dressed like this..."
"Even if you were dressed better, they still wouldn't like you," Feng Yexuan hummed emotionlessly.
Chu Qianli's brows furrowed lightly, and she glanced up at him, but was left with no retort.