"Yes." The Third Prince replied.
"I still have things to do, so I'll leave first." Then, he retracted his gaze and quickly turned around to leave.
"I have something to do too. Goodbye." Then, the Seventh Prince also bowed to the Fifth Prince.
He turned around and left.
The Fifth Prince stretched out his hand and subconsciously wanted to stop the two of them.
But he didn't say anything.
"Hmph, all of you want to see him make a fool of himself. In the end, they only feel sadness."
Muttering to himself, the Fifth Prince also flicked his sleeves.
"Return!" With that, he left.
Prince Anyang's convoy continued to move forward. After a while, they met another person who came to send them off.
It was the Imperial Consort, his mother.
At this moment, Her Highness held onto the Prince Anyang's arm and sobbed.
"Your Father…how ruthless."
When Prince Anyang saw his mother crying, his heart ached.
