The wilderness cloaked in night.
Yellow sand sweeps across, the world silent.
Since hiding out in this suburb, Mu Ying has been taking this carriage out daily for a tour.
Today, however, it was this carriage that brought a corpse back.
Upon returning to the courtyard, the entire Murong Family erupted.
Some were grieving.
Some were jubilant.
Chen Yang stood quietly to the side, his hands behind his back, his head slightly bowed, while his eyes sparkled with light.
Once a major force, the City Lord's Mansion.
Now, all the family business was thrust upon a woman barely in her twenties.
It must be said, this was a heavy burden.
Chen Yang slightly raised his gaze, seeing Mu Ling'er resolute, he swallowed the words at the tip of his tongue deeply.
After all, this was Elder Mu Ying's last wish.
Some things are just like that.
No matter if you want to do it or not, whether you can do it or not, it's something you must do.
