"Good!" Little Wang solemnly agreed.
Only then did Jiang Yang nod in satisfaction.
*****
Imperial City—
Yu Fengji abruptly pushed through the crowd in front of him, but as the crowd parted, revealing the scene in the open space, he froze, his body stiffening in place.
In the middle of the open space, a young maiden dressed thinly knelt dazed and bewildered on the ground, clutching an handsome man who had closed his eyes, no longer breathing, no longer with a heartbeat, no longer showing the once brilliant smile.
Jiang Zhuanzhuan stared blankly, seemingly unable to comprehend the scene before her.
Over the past half month, Ying Jiuming had exhausted every effort to capture her and bring her back. The two were at constant odds, calculating against each other. She had suffered greatly at Ying Jiuming's hands, and naturally, she would no longer foolishly lower her guard and let herself be manipulated as she had in the past.
