Dressed in palace-woven garments and paired with shoes made with golden silkworm silk soles, he looked every bit like a dissolute young noble.
"I say, Shang Qinghua, is this really necessary?"
Although the face was still the same face, because his temperament had changed so drastically, Xi Yu found Shang Qinghua awkward no matter how he looked at him.
"Mm, this young master is afraid of being devoured alive," Shang Qinghua replied with a straight face.
His serious tone nearly made Xi Yu topple over.
Those words had originally been something he used to tease Shang Qinghua with, yet now they were thrown right back at him.
He looked at Shang Qinghua with a mixture of laughter and tears, then shrank into a corner of the carriage and closed his eyes to rest.
After traveling for roughly two hours, the carriage arrived outside Piaoxiang Courtyard.
Shang Qinghua was the first one to step down.
