Ji Qingyu lowered his head, holding a lantern and bent forward.
He did not make a sound.
Baili Zhengrong sneered, "So unruly, if this were the Nandian Palace, you'd have to find somewhere else to work."
Ji Qingyu's body trembled, nervously approaching not far from Leng Yu Yan, his demeanor becoming more respectful, holding up the lantern to lead the way.
He never expected that he could still be this close to her now.
He originally just wanted to stand by the palace doors and catch a glimpse of her as she emerged.
Unexpectedly, after the white-haired lad spoke, he had the chance to walk alongside Ah Yan.
In the past, he had been able to be even closer to her.
They could dine and drink together, chat and laugh freely.
And now, he had put himself in such a disgraceful situation.
At this moment, saying he had no regrets would be a lie.
Yet he was unwilling, unwilling not to be her man.
Now, he didn't even have the chance to accompany her.
