"But, throw it out? Where to?"

Yan Xiyu’s eyes glared, and the servants immediately fell silent and hurriedly carried Li Luo away.

...

On horseback sat a young boy with a baby face, his attire looked very clean, his face was delicate and even had a bit of baby fat.

However, the expression in his eyes was stubborn and shadowy, like a sickly beauty.

Yet, it was extremely peculiar and appeared exceptionally silent.

If Dong Huiying or anyone from the Liang family were here, they would surely recognize that this young-looking man was Su Lang.

Time treated him gently, if calculated by age he should be around twenty, yet he still looked as youthful as when they first met.

He seemed little changed, but in fact, he had experienced many things over the years.

Dong Huiying once went to the Capital alone due to the resurgence, during which she coincidentally saved Su Lang’s life at the Mass Graves.

At that time, the situation in the Capital was unlike any other place, so during those days, the mentally disturbed Su Lang followed Dong Huiying, disguised as a plain-looking dark-faced man.

Until later, it seemed the wounds in his heart slowly healed with the passage of time, his sealed emotions resurfaced, yet he could never return to his former self.

Dong Huiying left the Capital initially because she was abducted by Xiao Qinghe, and in the urgency of the situation, she forgot about Su Lang.

During those days, Liang Zhichen, in conjunction with Prince Meng and the Ninth Princess, cleared the remaining forces of Lao Ba in the Capital. Su Lang had lent a hand.

As for this time, traveling all the way from the distant Capital to Dongdi, it was because he had discovered a clue.

He approached Dongcui City.

The young boy, possessing inner strength and martial skills, had encountered no danger along the way.

He tightly gripped the reins to stop the horse, then sat on horseback, gazing distantly towards the direction of the city gate.

From here, the outline of the city could already be seen.

"Is it here?"

He muttered to himself.

Just by following this hillside straight down, he could enter the city.

The boy’s eyes were stubborn and shadowy, but his silent demeanor made people uneasy.

"Master..."

He slowly uttered the two words, recalling matters from long, long ago.

That man, Xiao Qinghe.

To him, that person was both teacher and father, both brother and friend, an irreplaceable presence in his heart.

He took a deep breath, his eyes filled with countless emotions, yet like a pile of ashes, he could no longer stir any joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness.

He had gone through much, those hurts were deeply engraved in his soul, even if healed, they had left indelible marks.

He remembered back then, being conscripted by that man as a prostitute, suffering countless humiliations in the military camp, living on the edge of survival.

He once hated that man, thinking that person was too emotionally involved with the Eighth Princess, believing it was because he disrespected the Eighth Princess that he was abandoned.

Later, he led a group to escape from the military camp, thanks to Master Liang Zhichen’s help, these military prostitutes changed their identities and eventually became bandits of Black Wind Camp.

Then, it was in that year, he again went to the Capital, as he had learned some news, he inadvertently discovered that Xiao Qinghe had no feelings for the Eighth Princess. He even learned of the existence of Mind-Bewitching Gu.

He thought those past harms were all because Xiao Qinghe was bewitched by Mind-Bewitching Gu.

He even...

Once considered forgiving, thought of reconciling.