Shadow Thirteen carried his young master and used his qinggong. He tapped his toes lightly and flew to the roof. The October night wind had a chill. Shadow Thirteen used his internal energy to brush the night wind away. His movements were very light, and the person in his arms let out even breaths.
On the other hand, Yu Wan had searched through the streets and alleys, looking through the places Yan Jiuchao usually walked. She did not expect Yan Jiuchao to run to the river to see a few fish.
She decided to return to the manor and call Qing Yan and Jiang Hai. Unexpectedly, as soon as she entered the courtyard, a maidservant reported that Young Master had returned.
Huh? He's back?
Yu Wan entered the room. The first thing she saw was not Yan Jiuchao lying in the curtain, but Shadow Thirteen, who was guarding the bed.
Yu Wan was shocked.
When Shadow Thirteen saw Yu Wan, he turned around and bowed. "Greetings, Princely Heir Consort."
