After Shen Yangge explained what he planned to do that day, the Crown Prince agreed.
Their so-called disguises amounted to little more than putting on white hats with gauze veils and changing their clothes, covering their faces and most of their bodies a little. Anyone who looked closely could still recognize them.
The group set off for the Shen Residence. Shen Yangge shared a carriage with the Crown Prince, sitting face-to-face in silence. As the wheels rolled down the street, the noise of the bustling crowds reached their ears. Shen Yangge lifted a corner of the curtain and gazed at the lively streets, unable to help thinking that being in a prosperous area really was better.
How miserable would it have been if he had transmigrated into some rural backwater? Some novels described how their protagonists made fortunes farming in the countryside, but they all eventually moved to prosperous areas. Who knew how much they had suffered before that?
When they reached the gates of the Shen Residence, Shen Mother hesitated to take the first step, but Shen Yangge strode forward with his "head held high and chest puffed out."
He did not look remotely like a beaten dog driven from its home.
Who would believe they had been thrown out?
"Who goes there?"
Shen Yangge had no intention of being pleasant to these gatekeepers. Back when the original owner of his body had still been a young master, these men had fawned over him plenty. Now they actually had the nerve to ask who he was.
Clearly, some people should not be fed too well.
[-I'm your daddy. Hurry up and call me Dad!]
Shen Yangge gave the gatekeepers a contemptuous look.
"What, do you think you're so high and mighty that you can look down your snouts at