At dawn the next day, Nan Xueyin went to the Crown Prince’s bedchamber.
Xiao Youlan was already up, standing tall and straight in the room. His brows were knit together in a subtle, almost imperceptible frown, as if he were preoccupied.
Feihong was just about to help him into his robes when he caught sight of Nan Xueyin and immediately smiled. "Why, Miss Doukou, what brings you here?"
Chapter 18