Usually, the first to arrive were the army's generals.
Yu Zihan cast all other matters aside and quickly followed his mother out of the city gates.
Sure enough, it wasn't long before they saw a party of a dozen or so men on the distant plain, riding fine horses and galloping toward them under the cover of night.
In less than a quarter of an hour, the riders reined in their horses before them.
However, the figure Shen Qing longed to see was clearly not among the leaders. There was only Chen Li, whom she hadn't seen in a long time.
Shen Qing froze for a moment, her brow furrowing instinctively.
Unable to contain himself, Yu Zihan stepped forward. "Chen Li, where is my father?"
Chen Li dismounted. As he looked at the lady and the young master before him, his expression was hesitant, as if he wanted to speak but couldn't find the words.
A sudden, violent storm of anxiety swept over Shen Qing. Her body swayed, and right there, in front of everyone, she collapsed.
