Under the dedicated protection of General Aoqiang, Princess Miaoren walked toward the post house standing in the bustling market like a delicate yet resilient flower. Her eyes, clear as autumn water, shimmered with a complex light, as if brimming with endless stories and emotions. Occasionally, a flicker of unease crossed her gaze—perhaps anxiety over the unknown path ahead—but it was quickly replaced by a touch of resolve, drawn from the sense of security General Aoqiang provided. She kept her head slightly bowed, her long lashes fluttering like a butterfly’s wings; every blink felt like the hushed confession of a secret. When she stepped into the post house, her eyes shone like twin lanterns, illuminating the dim space and causing those around her to glance over, silently marveling at her unique aura and charm.
Back at the palace, the esteemed Princess Miaoren had been heartlessly rejected by the Crown Prince in public. The humiliation surged like a rising tide. Seeing the Crown Prince so composed while she lacked the strength to even retaliate—and being physically no match for him—filled her with an unbearable sense of powerlessness. Clutching a flagon of wine as if it were her only solace, she entered her room, sat on the edge of the bed, and took a deep, desperate gulp. The alcohol burned as it slid down her throat, stinging like her wounded heart. As she drank, her vision blurred, and memories of the Canglan Kingdom surfaced. Under the protection of her Imperial Father…
Chapter 147