Rong Zhi had given up so much for her; she had indirectly learned this from Guan Canghai. If she just left, wouldn't that be too unfair to him? It was almost unimaginable for her, Rong Zhi, such a proud and lonely person, so cold and unfeeling... how could she leave?
Compared to Rong Zhi's composed and tranquil demeanor, Chu Yu tossed and turned, barely able to sleep at night.
Several days passed, and as they walked down the street, they saw a young man with a hostile look dashing through the market on horseback, startling countless pedestrians and laughing heartily.
Chu Yu looked and saw that although the youth was only around twelve or thirteen, he had an even more ferocious and ruthless expression between his brows than Ziye of the Liu Family in his early years.
Rong Zhi whispered in her ear, "This person is Liu Yu, the current Emperor of the Southern Dynasty," and also the son of Liu Yu.
