The carriage was motionless, not moving.
There were chaotic footsteps all around, but no one spoke.
Until the sound of horse hooves approached from afar and stopped in front of the carriage, only then did someone greet.
"Greetings, Governor."
In the entire Da Yong Dynasty, there was only one Governor.
Feng Yun felt a tremor in her heart and instinctively grew excited.
"Elder Brother..."
She called out briefly, filled with joy.
Through the dark night sky, a ray of light shone in.
The curtain was lifted by someone, and standing before her was a familiar figure.
Tall and upright, with deep and penetrating eyes.
It was undoubtedly Wen Xingsu.
But the joy on Feng Yun's face began to fade.
In the dead silence, her eyes turned red, her palms ice-cold, as she gazed at Wen Xingsu and those standing quietly behind him—Shentu Jiong, Yang Qi, and a group of familiar faces.
A long while...
She finally calmed her breathing and smiled indifferently.
"So it's you."
