"Master, Fengyang City is right ahead," Si Rong reminded.
It had not been easy to come back. Would it not be ungrateful not to revisit, considering her careful planning for him?
Sikong Mo smiled.
"Now that we are here, let's go have a look. It has been a long time since I came back, and I'm sure my mother has missed me very much." A cold light gathered in Sikong Mo's eyes as he spoke, and he spurred his horse to quicken the pace.
Si Rong was expressionless.
Missed him?
She would probably rather the Prince died sooner so that she could bring that sickly member of the Rong Family into her residence earlier!
The main street of Fengyang City was a display of opulence.
Ye Jiu, accompanied by a few men borrowed from Lu Biaotou, led two horse-drawn carriages forward.
Ye Wenzheng hurried from behind and caught up to Ye Jiu, "Little aunt, I've found out that this is the main street of Fengyang City, where all the reputable and well-known figures of the city reside."
