Ha, this troublesome child!
Li Qingmu's lips twitched slightly as he stood there waiting for the group to question him, then noticed the little rascal feeling guilty and pulling the lead guard to leave.
"I miss my parents, quickly take me home!"
The guards found their young master, their moods lifted, and they couldn't be bothered to consider whether Li Qingmu was a trafficker, crowding around the youth to head back together.
Li Qingmu looked at the attire of the contingent of guards, his gaze becoming profound: "They're from the Prince Mansion... Prince Mansion... that little rascal is the Princely Heir?"
...
"Young Prince, finally you're back, during your absence the Princess Consort's hair turned white, and the Prince even more..."
Lingjiang Imperial Mansion.
The lead guard watched the youth walk proudly ahead, his voice choked, then turned to relief.
With this outing, the Princely Heir seemed more mature than before, which is a blessing amidst the misfortune.
