At the Prime Minister's residence.
Guo Huan returned to his courtyard in the rain.
How good was it to rain? He didn't like to hold an umbrella.
He pushed open the door and his eyes flickered.
He paused and crossed the threshold with a calm expression.
Suddenly, a cold sword was pressed against his neck.
Guo Huan did not even look up and smiled faintly. "Grandpa, what's going on?"
Under the shadow, Prime Minister Guo walked over step by step with a dark expression.
"You're not Guo Huan!"
The real Guo Huan would not leave Princess Hui An alone and save an unrelated Sixth Prince.
Guo Huan smiled. "Grandpa, I'm Guo Huan. I'm back."
This sentence "I'm back" was a little intriguing.
Prime Minister Guo frowned solemnly and sized him up, as if he was appraising the authenticity and measuring his words.
In the end, Prime Minister Guo waved at the guard. "Go out first."
