Little Nian Bai's Killing Intent, Whose Domain

The sound of hoofbeats drew closer and closer.

The horse came into view, carrying someone on its back. At a glance, I could tell it was probably a child. The light was behind him, so I couldn't see his face, but just from that silhouette, I was almost certain it was Little Nian Bai.

And wasn't he holding that halberd?

I took a deep breath and said to Ye Jinghong, "No matter what, don't hurt him."

"I know. He's your son. How could I possibly hurt him?"

At last, the horse stopped less than two meters away from us.

Little Nian Bai looked extremely serious.

Ye Jinghong spoke first. "What the hell are you doing, you little brat? Dressing up like this in the middle of the night—trying to look cool? Get down already. If that horse goes crazy, this won't be a joke."

She truly meant well for Little Nian Bai. Just imagine it: a four- or five-year-old child sitting on a horse with a halberd in his hand. If the horse got spooked and threw him, he would definitely hurt an arm or a leg. That halberd might even stab him.

But Little Nian Bai ignored her and looked at me. I wondered whether he was about to tell me to follow him, then take me into another scene to get married at the Little Ancestral Hall Entrance.

After all, the unfinished wedding would be Bingbing's knot in her heart, and it would also be Little Nian Bai's.

All of a sudden, I felt I had wronged the mother and son. She had given birth to the child alone and raised him to four or five years old. I had never fulfilled a single day of my duties as a father, and now I even owed her a