Shen Ruoxi fell into silence, and Jun Moling did not rush her for an answer, instead silently accompanying her side.
The sky was incredibly dark, as if a torrential downpour could unleash at any moment. Only the sound of footsteps broke the delicate atmosphere, adding an inexplicable layer of awkwardness.
In the deep darkness, a man and a woman hid in the shadows, their eyes fixed intently on the two people in front of them.
The corners of the woman's mouth lifted subtly, forming a meaningful smile, while the man's knuckles cracked audibly with anger, his eyes filled with malicious resentment.
"How about it? Wasn't I right? The Prince is finally blooming like a flower, Emperor, Prince, I bet returning to the Capital City will be quite the spectacle!"
Although Ning Zhen'er had a charming face, it now wore a hint of provocation, as if afraid the current animosity wasn't fierce enough, she added more fuel to Xiao Chengyi's fire.
