"I want to go and take a look at Jinling."
Lu Qingyuan spoke without thinking, completely off guard.
She had only been to the South twice in her childhood when she accompanied her uncles on escort missions, and one of those times was to Jinling.
In her memory, black-awned boats glided past slate riverbanks, and the boatwomen's songs startled egrets from the reeds.
Amid the sound of oars and the reflection of lanterns, even the air was filled with the subtle fragrance of Biluochun tea and Dingsheng cakes.
She liked it very much.
In her past life, not long after she married Prince Xian, she followed him far to the Southwest the following year and never set foot in Jinling again for the rest of her life.
These words fell on Huo Yanxing's ears with an entirely different meaning.
He knew that Lu Qingyuan truly did not care for the prestige of being the Town-North Marquis Manor's mistress, and he knew that she had made up her mind to leave from the moment she married in.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have hounded him for the Divorce Agreement.
Thinking of this, a surge of irritation rose in his chest for no apparent reason.
He didn't know who to blame.
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