Shen Jiyu pulled the curtain of the carriage and smiled at the figure riding next to him. Shi Zian donned a luxurious pure white coat currently. The black horse he mounted was robust and sturdy; its fur was shining brightly, and its posture was immaculate making the Shi Zian riding it seem like a little prince.
Thinking of what Wei Mu Chen had told him, Shen Jiyu frowned, Shi Zian was a prince, a heavenly prince. He suddenly felt aggrieved on his behalf. One was struggling to carve a life for himself in the underworld, the one was living a life of splendour in the Jade Palace and yet, the two of them were brothers, born to the same father.
