She saw them, inside a private room of the teahouse.
Sikong Mo, Si Bei, and a guard named Si Rong were all there.
Ye Jiu looked at the man in the prison cart on the street below.
The majestic Prince, now disheveled and unclean, even from this distance, one could see his hair tangled and his hands and feet shackled, confined within the prison cart.
Yet even so, he remained dashing and handsome.
Unlike old man Ye's age-worn appearance, he seemed to be only in his twenties, and even with a beard growing on his chin, his face still appeared like that of a young man's.
Ye Jiu found it hard to believe that this young man was actually her father, her biological father!
A surge of blood was stuck in her throat, unable to move up or down, finding the reality too difficult to accept.
Even for a moment, she began to doubt if her memory was mistaken, wondering if she truly was the child of old man Ye and Mrs. He, and if the scene at her birth was nothing but a dream.
