The crazed Sixth Miss Yan Lingzhen had just left the Dawei Imperial Palace.
In Xiao Pingfeng's bedchamber, another uninvited guest appeared.
The white-haired young man stood within the bedchamber filled with the scent of medicine, covering his nose with his hand.
Softly, "Tsk..."
Clicking one's tongue can vividly convey one's tone of voice.
A gentle click like this could fully display the inner regret, sympathy, and a sort of provocation embedded in one's sentiments.
Xiao Pingfeng raised his eyes to see Song Huaxu, his expression unchanged.
Song Huaxu stepped forward, knocked the Palace Attendant unconscious with a wave of his hand, and sat down on the chair beside Xiao Pingfeng. His eyes filled with murderous intent, he began, "I never thought that after so long without seeing each other, the once spirited Your Highness has now become a bedridden invalid."
It was indeed a very surprising turn of events for him.
A surprise delight.
