The Prime Minister Residence's carriage glided away quietly, and as it passed by Zhu Biao, the night wind blew open a small gap in the curtain. Zhu Biao distinctly saw Jiang Yingying sitting inside, lounging with her legs crossed on the tea table, swaying from side to side, looking utterly relaxed.
After the carriage disappeared, Zhu Shiba stepped forward and whispered, "Princely Heir, the County Lord, she seems to really..."
He gestured at his own head, "Something is wrong here."
She seems like a completely different person.
As night fell, it was as if an endless ink spilled from above, enveloping the entire Ye City in darkness. The lights at the Duke Residence slowly lit up, but couldn't pierce this deep darkness.
Nor did they lighten the somber mood in Zhu Biao's heart at that moment.
He stood there, recalling some distant memories.
Back then, it was his first visit to the Duke of Qi Residence to play.
