After parting ways with Zhao Yong and the guards, Zhao Ci dismounted and, leading his horse by the reins, slowly strolled toward the Tenth Prince's Mansion.
Although his body had fully recovered, he had been through too much these past few days. The constant tension on his nerves was finally taking its toll.
After riding for a day and a night, he really needed to clear his head.
The sudden sight of Lingge's bustling streets felt truly healing.
But when he recalled the desolation of the Northern Three Prefectures, a sense of sorrow couldn't help but well up inside him.
'Perhaps... this is why Kan Luotang goes back to the Northern Three Prefectures to practice medicine every year.'
After a long walk, he finally reached the street where the Tenth Prince's Mansion was located, and most of his weariness finally dissipated.
He was just about to head home for a good, long sleep.
But he found his front door was unusually lively.
