"Oh? Where are they going?"
"That Guard He bought quite a bit of incense and paper money. It's said they're going to pay respects to two old friends tonight."
Fu Zhen stopped drinking tea upon hearing this, mused for a moment, and nodded, "I understand. Today is the twelfth of August. He's going to pay respects to that father and son. It was on this day seven years ago that the Baiyu Lane incident occurred."
Hearing this, he continued, "Then why don't you just follow along?"
"But Mr. Yang said we're not allowed to follow."
Fu Zhen pondered again.
Yang Yi, accustomed to traveling the world, indeed would not be used to such pomp. Moreover, he clearly stated he didn't want to be some crown prince, already quite respectful in agreeing to let Guo Song and them guard him at the Wanbin Building.
Thinking of this, she raised her head, cupped her hands around her mouth, and shouted to Pei Zhan, "Yulang!"
