The starry sky adorned the boundless heavens, a gentle breeze swept through, the waves of grass swayed lightly, and the prairie night unfolded like a profound painting.
However, this beautiful night could not warm the cold heart of Princess Yujia.
She stood alone outside the tent, gazing into the distant horizon, her eyes filled with confusion and sorrow.
The maid Alan gently approached her side, softly advising, "Princess, it's late, the wind is chilly, you should return to the tent and rest."
Princess Yujia did not turn her head, her voice slightly hoarse, "Alan, do you think I'll ever see this prairie again after I leave?"
Alan's heart ached, tears shimmering in her eyes.
"Princess, don't overthink it. Though Da Jing is far away, you are the pearl of the Turkic, and the Emperor of Da Jing will surely treat you kindly."
