The citizens on both sides of the street prostrated themselves on the ground, burying their heads, not daring to look at this procession.
Dong Huiying squinted slightly, and she had already guessed in her heart. Judging by the spectacle, it seemed like an imperial tour, and in South City, the only person who could command such a grand parade and receive so many people's kneeling would be just one person.
The Seventh Princess!!
Zhi Chen's expression was somber, but his voice was very calm. "Once she left Mist Capital, Tie Yi sent a message to me. Calculating the time, it's about these days."
Shu Yu glanced at her elder brother with a half-smile: "I wonder if it's a love debt, or perhaps a doomed relationship? This Seventh Princess is quite persistent with you, isn't she? It seems like you have a way with women."
First, it was Lu Yinyin, then the Seventh Princess. Shu Yu's eyes turned a bit colder.
