The two of them exchanged a glance and both started to laugh.
Because these two girls were teasing, Shang Ruyi's mood wasn't as low, and indeed, in her heart, there emerged a faint and elusive belief—
Yu Wenye, he won't lose, right?
No, he won't...
Although she didn't know as much as the person who had been stirring up the winds and clouds in Fufeng, hidden behind the fog these days, the only reliance she could choose for her future was Yu Wenquan. But she wasn't entirely confident about how his sons would turn out.
But Yu Wenye, he won't lose... will he?
If even he were to fall here, and the future of Yu Wenqian, which she vaguely knew, who would this splendid land ultimately be handed over to after passing through Yu Wenquan's hands?
Yu Wencheng?
The thought of that child who once brutally beat up an old beggar in the streets of Luoyang for amusement sent a chill down Shang Ruyi's spine. If it were true, then where would the "prosperous era" come from?
