"Zhuo Junli!" Lu Mian's simmering anger was barely containable.
Zhuo Junli laughed heartlessly, "Lu Mian, I've said it before, you should give up any hopes of seeing her again in this lifetime, whether or not we become enemies."
"You!"
Lu Mian's chest heaved with a surge of uncontainable rage.
Fortunately, it was already dark, and no one saw his loss of composure at the entrance of the Prime Minister's Estate.
He immediately boarded the carriage and vented all his anger inside.
The thick cover of night only fueled his hatred!
Could it be that his farewell to Yun Sijin... was their last?
No!
He couldn't accept that!
In the imperial palace, Rong Sheng entered the palace late at night.
Little Ginseng had recovered inside Su Yingxue's body, and she helped Su Yingxue examine Chu Yihan's head, leading to a terrifying discovery.
Chu Yihan lay on the dragon throne, his face writhing in pain; Su Yingxue sat on a soft couch in the warm pavilion, utterly worn out.
