Nuan Ying couldn't bear to look at Shen Yaowei's slightly disappointed expression. She lowered her head and whispered, "Miss, His Highness didn't send any letters back…"
Shen Yaowei gave a long "oh" and buried her face in the pillow without saying anything.
"However, when His Highness went out to do something in the past, he rarely sent letters back. Perhaps His Highness is too busy. I believe His Highness must miss you too, Miss," Nuan Ying said quickly.
Shen Yaowei naturally heard the comfort in Nuan Ying's tone and said in a muffled voice, "Nuan Ying, how did you know that my Ninth Imperial Uncle missed me?"
Why didn't she even have a letter?
Nuan Ying smiled and said, "His Highness treats Miss differently from others. Based on this, I dare to guess that His Highness must miss Miss."
Shen Yaowei sighed softly, feeling that Nuan Ying's words were comforting her. "Nuan Ying, I'm sleepy."
