He smiled at the young lady and said, "Lin Wanxiao, do you really think you can show me a sour face?"
After speaking, Chen Yi ignored the young lady's embarrassment and strode out of the room.
As his figure disappeared from sight, Lin Wanxiao weakly knelt to the ground, her cheeks drained of color, unaware of how much time passed until Xiuhe hurried to see her, and she still hadn't recovered.
.........…
There was no major activity in the Prince Mansion; most affairs had subsided, the ancestral temple assassination case long concluded. Though the upheaval lingered, it was mostly noise with little action, and the Divine Sect's matters were already settled. The grand wedding had faded into quiet, and the Forbidden Army stationed at the Southern Border's strategic throat had been leaderless, awaiting action due to Yang Chongwei's death.
