The Prince of An County came out for a stroll and immediately regretted it.
The weather was so cold, and the road so dark; he should have brought some money and warm clothes before running away from home.
Now, he was penniless, without a carriage, and even his loyal shadow guard Wuyang had been detained by his grandfather.
Wuyang was the one who had accompanied him on his trip to the Chen Country, seven years his senior, both his shadow guard and his playmate.
He had always believed that after all the difficulties they had been through, Wuyang was utterly loyal to him, but reality had dealt him a cruel blow.
Unknowingly, he had been wandering around the capital for several hours, taken quite a few falls, and the passersby on the street were as numerous as ever, yet for the first time in his life, he felt completely disconnected from the hustle and bustle around him.
He walked through the relentless flow of the avenue and arrived at a small courtyard where he had once lived.
