C487 Don't Wait for the Flower to Fall

The road was very long, just like when she had first entered the imperial palace of Pingnan. She had always liked to gaze outside the carriage like this. The laughter gradually faded away, leaving behind a wisp of plum blossom fragrance carried by the cold wind.

When she lifted the curtain of the carriage, she saw that her husband was sitting beside her on a brown steed