Ge Guang froze.
The people of Huaxi hadn't mentioned Chunyu Yan for years.
About two years ago, in the house Chunyu Yan had left behind, the two caretakers packed their belongings and left in the dead of night.
The abandoned house became overgrown with weeds; its doors were faded and mottled, eerie in appearance, so much so that the children of Huaxi dared not venture near to play.
Ge Guang had heard rumors that someone had tried to find Chunyu Yan, who had once been the Crown Prince of Yunchuan, to purchase the house, only to be beaten savagely by him. Since then, no one spoke of it again.
How could the Crown Prince of Yunchuan possibly lack money?
Certainly, he wouldn't need to sell a house for it.
But such matters were ones the Princess never concerned herself with.
Why did she suddenly decide to send a whip?
Ge Guang carried countless unanswered questions in his heart, but he dared not voice a single one. He merely cupped his hands lightly in salute.
"I understand."
