Chapter Forty-Four Old Feelings

  "Miss, where are we going?"

  Ning Wang Fu ——

  The coachman's voice was connected to the sound of driving horses, and the layout of the east city was completely different from that of the north city. The bustling street heart, large and small shops separated on both sides, Zhuque Building, the most magnificent and luxurious building in the east city, with more than ten floors, stood at the lakeside, opening the curtain to see its majestic figure far away.

  A figure in white, sitting by the window on a high floor, with an air of elegance and refinement, a melancholy expression, and a brow furrowed in sorrow that seemed to linger like water. The fingers held a wine cup, pouring slowly, drop by drop.

  I don't know why, but Xia Zixi's heart still skipped a beat.

  Those black eyes seemed to have a premonition, looking down at the street, she lifted the curtain of the carriage, and in that moment, her sorrow suddenly deepened, so thick and heavy, hanging on her eyebrows, for a moment, as if forcing herself, a layer of indifference appeared at the bottom of her eyes, and she turned away.

  Xia Zi's eyes rose with a layer of thin fog, her fingers stiffened, and she put down the curtain.

  "Get out of the way—get out of the way—"

  A luxurious carriage came galloping, with solid wood carvings of grid patterns, inlaid with pearls and jade all over, layered with glossy silk curtains. At a glance, it was clear that this was the carriage of a wealthy family. The coachman wore an embroidered flower hat, dressed in fine clothes, sitting carelessly, rushing through the crowded streets, with an air of arrogance.

  It was clear that the coachman of the Wang mansion had never encountered such a situation before, and upon seeing the oncoming carriage, he hastily pulled on the reins.

  The horse's hooves retreated in an instant, the horse let out a loud whinny, and the entire carriage tilted backwards, jolting violently, causing the people inside to lose their balance.

  "Miss——"

  Xia Zi Li's whole body leaned back, but Zi Er's quick reflexes allowed her to grab Xia Zi Li, though her back still slammed against the car wall.

  "Coachman, what kind of driver are you?"

  Zi'er lifted the curtain, intending to scold someone, but saw that the carriage opposite had also stopped and simultaneously lifted its curtain. A white-skinned man's face was exposed in the air, with a clean and elegant appearance, except for a hint of brightness hidden at the bottom of his eyes, emitting a sharp light.

  "Prince——"

  The cart driver hastily got down from his driving position, with a very respectful appearance, kneeling on the ground, his face turned purple, like a pig's liver.

  The man lazily stretched out his hand to interrupt the coachman's words, jumped down from the carriage, and looked sideways at the opposite side, directly ignoring Zi'er under the curtain, looking at the carriage body, with a hint of a meaningful smile at the corner of his mouth.

  "King of Yan's Queen——"

  Since then, that beautiful and lovely face has been firmly imprinted in his mind, day and night, unable to shake it off. If she weren't the wife of Prince Yan, he would have longed to get his hands on her and indulge himself.

  But today I saw her maid, so I knew she must be inside.

  "What kind of person are you—"

  "Zi'er, don't be rude——" A soft rebuke, and Xia Zi'ao had already emerged from the carriage. The two luxurious carriages collided, and with the surrounding area being a bustling city, the crowd was densely packed. At this moment, the onlookers retreated to a distance, and in the bright light, the woman wore a long white cloak, her eyebrows and eyes were like a painting, her beauty was stunning, as radiant as the sun and moon. Her entire body exuded an elegant and refined aura, as if she had been bathed in the essence of beauty.

  Suddenly, the bustling street was silent, and everyone froze in place. Crown Prince Cheng Jun had seen Xia Ziwei before, but now she appeared in front of him again, still exuding that breathtaking beauty that seemed to take away all heartbeats.

  "The King of Yan's consort indeed has the ability to make a man who has only met her once remember her forever —"

  "What do you mean?" Xia Zi had already detected the thick teasing tone in his words, her face turned cold and she frowned.

  Cheng Jun Wang's smile grew thicker, the face he didn't know how long he had been thinking about silently appeared before his eyes, he really wanted to touch her with his own hands, even if she was Yan Wang's woman, what did it matter, now he couldn't care about anything else, unconsciously, his footsteps moved towards Xia Zi Yu.