“Your Highness, the Crown Prince...” Qingdai began, then hesitated.
“He went to the study,” Shen Qingyi said calmly. “He won't be coming back tonight.”
Qingdai bit her lip, but in the end she couldn't hold back her tears. They fell one after another. Shen Qingyi, by contrast, smiled and raised a hand to wipe them away. “Why are you crying? It's nothing serious. Come, help me take off my wedding dress so I can turn in early.”
Qingdai sniffled as she answered, helped her change into everyday clothes, then fetched water for her to wash her face.
