He turned his head to look at the crowd, his gaze unintentionally sweeping past Cheng Liunian.
"We'll be residing here for the next few days," he said.
"Once we return to the Capital city after a while, those Spirit Food for blood replenishment and vitality enhancement are specially prepared for the Princely Heir; you must not touch them at any cost."
Having said that, Qing Luan no longer paid attention to everyone, turned around, and randomly picked a room to enter.
After handing over the horses to the people of White Deer Manor, Lin Cheng also casually entered a room.
At this moment, he didn't know what he should be doing.
The Princely Heir had just asked him to come along but hadn't assigned him any tasks.
Lin Cheng was suddenly filled with confusion.
Sigh.
When in doubt, just beating up that beggar should suffice.
But come to think of it.
That beggar looks strikingly similar to the Princely Heir.
