Just as Sikong Wuyou was about to take a step, he felt someone grab his sleeve.
Turning back, he saw An Ning looking at him with her wet, large eyes.
"What's the matter?" Sikong Wuyou asked.
"I'm just worried that it might cause trouble for you," An Ning said.
Even though Sikong Wuyou was the fourth son of the War Prince Residence, An Bingfeng was, after all, the Prime Minister of Dongyue and controlled half of the court.
"Don't worry, I'm not the kind of person who acts impulsively. Since I dared to keep him waiting, I'm not afraid of how he might react to me."
Sikong Wuyou never intended to rely on the War Prince Residence, but with the identity of being the fourth son, whether he wanted to rely on it or not, the War Prince Residence would always be a support he couldn't escape from.
He never denied this in his heart.
Looking at Sikong Wuyou's calm face, An Ning felt slightly more at ease.
"Prepare the horse," Sikong Wuyou ordered.
"Yes." Wen Jing retreated.
