On the bustling street, people came and went.
The procession of carriages bearing the mark of the Sikong Royal Residence moved slowly, while Sikong Mo maintained a cold expression the entire way. The violent aura around him intensified, as if he would explode at any moment.
Inside the carriage, Lady Sikong Yun's smile grew wider and wider.
Qing Yan, riding on horseback, approached slowly and asked, "Provoking him like this, aren't you afraid he'll really go mad and directly take your precious son's life?"
"That depends on how deeply the Princess Changfu is embedded in his heart!" Lady Sikong Yun replied with a smile.
It's truly unimaginable that in this world, there's a woman who can reach the heart of that bastard. It seems her status isn't low at all!
Heh, just thinking about it makes one laugh.
Someone as emotionless as Sikong Mo would one day also have love.