Feeling the broadness of his back, Yin Tingxue sniffed the air and muttered:
"Doesn't smell like Mother..."
Chen Yi, already at the Fourth Rank, naturally heard her but said nothing, only sighing quietly to himself.
He truly didn't want to be this girl's mother.
It was too awkward, too strange.
Besides, if he became her 'mother,' would she still like him the way she likes her husband?
Chen Yi mulled over for a moment.
Maybe, when they returned, he should give her a hard time?
Before Chen Yi could sort out his thoughts, Dong Gong Ruoshu spoke up:
"Where are we headed next?"
Chen Yi replied indifferently:
"To hunt down the Prince of Annan."
.................
Outside the pagoda.
Zhang Xuqu's face was pale, his breath coming in ragged gulps, stumbling as he rushed through the dense forest.
It felt as though the West Factory Thousand Households were still pursuing him at an unreal speed.
