Fine, he had been a bit taken aback by Song Zhaoyi's beauty, but he wouldn't dare do anything improper. Surely that hadn't been enough to scare her off?
Looking at her, it was truly difficult to reconcile this image of Song Zhaoyi with the arrogant, domineering, and ruthless person from the rumors.
You really can't judge a book by its cover.
Song Yunzhao returned to her tent, thinking, 'If there's nothing else going on today, I won't go out again. I'll just wait for Princess Fuke to arrive.'
'Every time I go out, I run into either a female supporting character or a male one. Plus, we're in the mountains—a prime location for plot twists. No matter how I look at it, this feels extremely dangerous.'
"Mistress, are you all right?" Xiangxue asked worriedly, noticing her mistress's pale complexion.
Song Yunzhao waved her hand. "I'm fine. You can go about your duties. I'll just sit for a bit."
Xiangxue nodded, though she still cast a worried glance at her.
