The Emperor, now in an even sweeter mood, found everything Yun Zhao did delightful.
Song Yunzhao was also very pleased with the Emperor's tact. 'A young couple out for a stroll is a classic date, after all.'
It was the perfect end to their outing.
The two strolled from one end of the market to the other, and just as they were about to turn back, Zhang Maoquan arrived, his face beaded with sweat.
"Your Majesty, there's been an incident!"
Song Yunzhao's heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively glanced at Feng Yi.
Seeing Yun Zhao's face turn pale, Feng Yi first took her hand before turning to Zhang Maoquan. "What's the rush? Get in the carriage and tell us."
Feng Yi helped Yun Zhao into the carriage, his arm around her. He thoughtfully placed a soft cushion behind her lower back before sitting down and telling Zhang Maoquan to come aboard and report.
The first thought that crossed Song Yunzhao's mind as she sat down was, 'Thank goodness I got away quickly today!'
