Yun Luo stood outside the horse pen, quietly listening to Yan Qing chat with the Sweat-Blood Precious Horse. Chatting with the horse was something the young Marquis often did in the middle of the night, carrying on until the horse itself grew tired.
In the past, he would just listen casually, his feelings similar to that of the horse's, somewhat indescribable.
But today, he was listening with his heart pounding in fear.
He thought to himself that he needed to quickly send a message to his master. His master was still unaware that the Crown Prince had made such a move, and someone coming to find the young Marquis today had really made him want to kill someone. Fortunately, the young Marquis had let him pull out Jiang Hao's tongue, which somewhat relieved his anger.
As he was thinking, Yan Qing suddenly turned his head and called out to the door, "Yun Luo, come in."
Yun Luo halted his thoughts and entered the horse pen.
