"Ah―――."
The writing desk was completely overturned, but with such a commotion outside, not a single person dared to come in and check.
Yan Xuan weakly placed his hands on his legs, and even at this moment, his legs still faintly ached. To remove the tattoos, he had burned the skin of his legs, and even after using the best medicine, there were still scars that could not be erased.
All of his pride and spirit were completely worn away.
In the past, he had thought about uncovering the truth of that year to avenge the humiliation he suffered that day!
But now, he could only be a lowly insect in the gutter.
A pair of murderous eyes gradually regained clarity after venting their rage.
Finally, he got up, tidied his clothes, and strolled out of the study as usual.
"Clean this up." With this remark, he left directly.
He was going to the Imperial Palace to visit his mother, who was cultivating at Jingci Temple.
