The cold wind was biting, and it hurt his face. Song Jingchen tightened his cloak and saw a carriage parked at the entrance of the palace from afar. There was a four-sided lamp hanging at the front of the carriage, and the word Song was reflected on it.
"Your Highness." Seeing him come out, the coachman perked up and bowed.
Song Jingchen sent the eunuch leading the way away and nodded. "You've worked hard."
The coachman waved his hand repeatedly. "It's not difficult. The princess is still waiting for you inside."
When the coachman said this, Song Jingchen had already gotten into the carriage and saw the person sleeping soundly inside.
Song Jingchen was stunned. He specially sent someone out to greet her, thinking that this girl had already gone back.
"I originally wanted to send the princess back before picking you up, but the princess insisted on waiting for you to come out," the coachman explained.
