Yan Huaijing stroked her temples. "Then I'll go first. Rest early."
Han Jingshu stopped him. "Your Highness… are you coming over tonight?"
Yan Huaijing was stunned. After a moment, he said in a low voice, "Father's health isn't good. I'll go and attend to his illness. I don't know how late I'll be back. There's no need to wait for me."
Han Jingshu smiled. "Okay." With that, she bowed. "Goodbye, Your Highness."
Yan Huaijing quickly walked into the night. Han Jingshu stared at his back in a daze until he completely disappeared into the night.
"Princess Consort, His Highness has left. Let's go back to the courtyard too. The wind is strong. Be careful not to catch a cold," the maidservant reminded softly.
Han Jingshu sighed faintly. "Go back first. I'll take a walk."
"Then these things…" The maidservant really did not understand why the Princess Consort asked her to deliberately carry these things to the Prince.
