Zhu Junyang was flustered and hurriedly pacified the petite maiden who was going through an emotional breakdown in his arms. He softly said, “Don’t cry. Don’t cry. It’s this prince’s fault. I shouldn’t have scolded you as soon as I saw you. If you’re unhappy, hit me a few times. Don’t cry until your beautiful eyes are swelled. This prince’s heart will ache ah!” 

“Waahhh~~~I miss you. I really, really miss you! I think of you when I eat. I dream of you when I sleep. When I see you now, I wonder if I’m dreaming and you will disappear again when I wake up. Waahhh…you’re so hateful. As soon as we got engaged, you left me in the capital and disappeared. Were you enthralled by the young maidens of the northwestern tribes, and thus reluctant to come back?” 

At the beginning, Zhu Junyang was moved when he heard her words. His little lass finally understood, and his feelings were finally reciprocated. But he didn’t know whether he should laugh or cry when he heard the latter part of her words. She was indeed his little lass; the sentimental feelings only lasted for three seconds. 

“Good, be good! Today isn’t a dream. This prince is right in front of you. In the future, this prince...