The Exile Grass in Yu An and the Zaizai's bodies had been neutralized, and she was planning to leave the exiled land for the Imperial City.
Unexpectedly, Mo Yan was even faster than her. She had already packed her things and, with her two burdens in tow, came to say her goodbyes.
"You're leaving the exiled land too? That's good. Another order came from the Imperial City, telling me to make a move on you again—your life or death be damned."
Han Fengyun hadn't held much animosity toward Yu An to begin with. Now, with his change of heart, he relayed all the orders he had recently received to her.
"My apologies for my past offenses, An'an. Please don't take it to heart. Whatever you do, don't let me affect your relationship with Li'er."
Han Xiaoyun scoffed. "You are you, and Li'er is my son. What does you offending An'an have to do with him?"
Just as the two were about to start bickering again, Mo Yan smacked them both, and the world was finally quiet.
