Xi Yan's vicious gaze was like a pair of sharp knives, as though she longed to stab two bloody holes in Hu Xiaotian's bulging belly.
The rain was pouring down. The driver was already waiting outside, and the two white horses pulling the carriage had been washed dazzlingly, strikingly white by the rain. The driver wore a bamboo hat and a straw rain cape, with blue clothing showing wherever the cape did not cover him.
Hu Xiaotian held up the umbrella to shelter Xi Yan as she climbed into the carriage. Before getting in himself, he glanced curiously at the driver. Just then, the driver turned around, revealing a stern, handsome face with sword-like brows and clear eyes, radiating an icy chill. His eyes rested indifferently on Hu Xiaotian, without the slightest flicker of emotion.
Hu Xiaotian's heart jolted. For some reason, he suddenly thought of the Man in Blue whom he and Dong Tianjiang had pursued that day.
Once inside the carriage, he could not help asking Xi Yan, "Who is he?"
Xi Yan said, "Everyone has their secrets."
With a loud crack of the whip, the two white horses pulled the carriage toward the Prince of Yan's Residence.
The rain had just stopped when they arrived at the Prince of Yan's Residence, but the sky remained deeply overcast. It seemed Heaven was only pausing to catch its breath and would soon come rolling back. Red lanterns hung high along both sides of the road leading to the residence, creating a festive atmosphere. The open space before its gates teemed with carriages and horses, all belonging to guests attending the evening banquet. Every face beamed with joy. It was a stark contrast to the bleak clouds of sorrow hanging over Qichen Palace. Apparently, Princess Anping's death had caused no