A face suddenly flashed through his mind, his body tensed, and he lowered his head to hide the sadness and bitterness in his eyes.
"Young master, today is your birthday, don't drink too much, be careful for your health." The guard glanced at the wine pot in Qinghe's hand, advising with a worried expression.
With Qinghe's current status, others would always prepend 'Official Husband' to his name. It's like a label, branded onto him, something that can't be washed off, and it also signifies that he already belongs to the Eighth Princess.
However, this guard calls Qinghe 'Young Master' instead. The reason is simple, this guard's loyalty is to Qinghe. Ostensibly, the Eighth Princess placed him by Qinghe's side, but little did anyone know, this guard was always Qinghe's man.
Qinghe instantly dispelled his previous desolation and spoke indifferently, "Is there any clue about her?"
The guard knew who 'she' referred to and was momentarily choked: "… Temporarily, there's still no news."
