"A good person..." Chen Mo laughed at himself, saying, "Recently many people are saying I'm a good person."
"Because you are."
"Stop flattering, hurry up, it's getting dark." Chen Mo glanced out the window.
"Mm, mm." Zhihua continued busying herself.
Watching her figure, Chen Mo silently thought to himself, "I hope you won't deceive me."
...
"Look, look, Duke An is coming out."
Outside the Tingxuan Building, as the gangplank of the ship lowered, a group of armored warriors emerged first from the ship, causing the populace outside to stir with commotion.
Chen Mo, dressed in fine white robes, stepped out first, but his face was somewhat gloomy.
Behind him, Zhihua was being escorted by armored warriors. Her clothes appeared torn and ragged, yet not a bit of herself was exposed. Her mouth showed purple and bruised with traces of blood, her hair disheveled, looking pitiful.
She was a stark contrast to when she first went in.
