"Prince Jiangning has arrived!"
The bustling crowd on Xining Street parted once again, making way unexpectedly, for Prince Jiangning Xie Zhisu was not accompanied by many followers—merely two or three servants, and he sat alone atop a glistening black steed.
A chilling coldness emanated from him.
This was the aura of a powerful being.
Even without the shouted order, people would unconsciously make way for him.
The death of his only son from the mansion left the Prince looking exceptionally gaunt. However, upon closer inspection, one would notice…Xie Zhisu's face bore no expression at the moment, neither sadness, pain, anger, nor heartbreak. All such emotions had been suppressed. What he presented to the public was sheer coldness.
Slowly, Xie Zhisu raised his head, his eyes as deep as the sea.
Standing on the roof of Yuanqing Building, Xie Xuanyi looked across dozens of yards to gaze upon Prince Jiangning.
In that moment of eye contact,
