"It's the Duke's son and his army, open the gate!" the gatekeeper shouted, his voice carrying over the bustling crowd.
A month had passed since the chaos in the village.
Today, a grand chariot led the way into the capital, followed closely by a small army of weary soldiers, their armor were dulled by travel.
At the front of the procession, Milson Edinburgh rode his horse with his usual smirk present despite the fatigue in his eyes.
Meanwhile, inside the carriage, Ace lay stretched across the seat, savoring a rare moment of comfort.
Across from him, Xie Ninger finished stirring a cup of tea before handing it over.
Dressed in a black and white, maid's attire, a delicate veil obscured her face, adding an air of mystery to her already sharp presence.
Nearby, Shan Yifeng dozed peacefully, his small frame curled up on Yuu's lap.
She absentmindedly ran her fingers through his hair, a rare tenderness in her touch.
