That day, Gu Hui sat idly by the window and could not help thinking of Ruo Feng, who had gone to Gandong City.
He did not know when it had begun, but he and Ruo Feng had grown so distant that all that remained between them was the address "Brother."
From "Big Brother" to "Brother," then to "Imperial Brother," and finally "Your Majesty"—there truly was no family affection in the imperial household.
During the days Xiao Ruofeng had been away from the city, Yi Bu, the leader of the Shadow Sect, had paid a secret visit to Prince Jingyu's Residence.
Yi Bu's arrival naturally reminded Gu Hui of Yi Wenjun, giving him a headache.
Although he did not believe the Demonic Cult's eastern campaign was solely for the sake of one woman, he was unwilling to become entangled with her no matter what.
The Shadow Sect was indeed a useful ally, but a blade that refused to obey would only wound the hand that held it.
If the Shadow Sect wanted to emerge from the shadows and step into the open, it would inevitably need to rely on the Xiao Clan's Imperial Clan.
After taking a sip of tea, the corners of Gu Hui's lips lifted slightly. No matter what, it would not be an unsolvable problem.
By his calculations, Ruo Feng should be returning to Tianqi soon.
Gu Hui changed into a snow-blue robe, shedding the heaviness of dark blue and taking on a gentle, jade-like air.
In his excellent mood, he left the city, though not without incident.
Baili Dongjun came charging through Apocalypse City on horseback, wildly crashing about. With a cry of "Whoa!" the startled horse jolted, making the carriage shake twice as well.
Lei Mengsha, who had caught up with Baili Dongjun, hurriedly dismounted to