The voices gradually became weaker and eventually faded away, as if falling into a deep sleep.
The Shadow Man gazed at the quiet golden tent, silent and speechless.
"The torrent of destiny, is it..."
...
...
After leaving the racecourse, the Empress went to bathe, while Chen Mo returned first to Zhao Hua Palace.
Upon entering the inner hall, he saw the Crown Prince sitting obediently on a small stool, biting his pen with a look of deep resentment.
Fan Sijin, in a light blue palace robe, stood beside him, having changed to a new hair crown.
"Your Highness, you didn't go back?" Chen Mo asked curiously, as he thought the Crown Prince had already returned to the palace to rest.
Fan Sijin glanced at him, saying in a somber tone, "Thanks to Mr. Chen's brilliant idea, the Crown Prince was dragged off halfway to play football, causing him to not finish his coursework. I fear he can't give an account to Master Lv."
"..."
Chen Mo's mouth twitched.
