Princess Qiongyu’s expression flickered, her face betraying a sense of inner struggle. Clearly, she still found it difficult to trust Pei Zongxuan.
In truth, Pei Zongxuan was equally skeptical that the person before him was the same little princess who had been pampered and spoiled since childhood. Or perhaps it was that he refused to believe the little princess who had been showered with thousands of endearments could have been reduced to such a state. Her clothes were ill-fitting, the hem torn by something unknown, and on her wrists, half-hidden by her sleeves, were faint, hideous scars.
Pei Zongxuan frowned. Hadn’t the Crown Prince mentioned just yesterday that they had received correspondence from Tianwu Mountain at the start of the month?
Chapter 41