Li Xueyue turned around and saw the same thing: a tiny figure running off down the road. From the sway of the light-colored clothes, she concluded it was Li Minghua. She hoped the young woman had heard their conversation.
'I defended her. If Minghua has some conscience, she would know I'm not exactly against her, nor do I support her,' Li Xueyue thought to herself.
"I'll leave this horse in the stable," Li Chenyang said. "Once we get home from today's palace duties, you can give it to her, Dad."
Duke Li Shenyang slowly nodded. He watched the shadow of his daughter finally disappear into nothingness. "Time seems to go by much faster when we're not wilting in the Palace. Come now, Chenyang. We'll be late if we don't hurry."
Li Chenyang nodded.
