The cries of the vendors and the haggling of the passersby merged into a bustling, lively scene.
"Why isn't His Highness returning to inherit the throne? What is he doing out there?"
"His Highness has a beauty in his embrace, choosing the beauty over the realm."
"A beauty?"
"Haven't you seen him? That man in red beside His Highness is even more beautiful than a woman, my heart skips a beat just looking at him, and I'm a man."
"Is he really that good-looking?"
"Of course he is, otherwise why would His Highness refuse to return? Haven't you heard? Every few days he squanders his wealth, buying things for that beauty."
The woman wearing a veil walked hurriedly on the street, her eyes flashing with resentful coldness as these words reached her ears.
It was none other than Chu Yingyu.
Dongyuan was in chaos right now, and she was lucky to have escaped the Jun Family's pursuit and made it back here with great difficulty.
A few people hurried past Chu Yingyu.
