The Girl knew nothing, clutching Xiaobai and examining it up and down, puzzled as to why it bore no wounds, yet its claws were stained with a fair amount of blood.
"Little darling, it's getting late. We should go back."
The mere thought of how terrifying his niece's words could be made Ji Youzhi's heart pound. No wonder his mother had wanted to keep the Girl secluded; she was afraid her words would bring disaster.
Ji Youzhi, carrying the Girl, strode quickly towards Mingyuan Mansion.
The young Emperor, also in high spirits, returned to his temporary quarters in the Courtyard and issued an order to depart for the capital the next day.
Ji Youzhi returned to the Courtyard with Xiaosuisui, his face incredibly grim. When he saw Ji Youyuan, his expression was simply indescribable.
"Seventh Brother, why do I detect such resentment in your eyes?"
Resentment?
