Qi Jingrong suddenly chuckled, giving Shen Yizhen a teasing glance, "Have you and your sisters planned this together? You haven’t brought any more medicine over, have you?"
Shen Yizhen was immediately scared stiff, "Zhenzhen will never dare again." However, her hand hidden in her sleeve couldn’t help but clench into a fist. Shen Yila, you always ruin my plans. Just wait, one day I’ll personally take you down!
"Let her in," Qi Jingrong said as he sat up.
"Lala likes the Prince too." Shen Yila didn’t even pretend. Dressed as a maid, she ran out with tears smearing her face, oblivious to Shen Yizhen next to her, and went straight into throwing her arms around Qi Jingrong’s legs, "Lala is willing to follow the Prince..."
Qi Jingrong laughed, "You sisters are indeed united in purpose. Are you trying to emulate the heroic daughters of Emperor Yao?"
Shen Yila was startled and quickly turned her head, only then noticing Shen Yizhen, and hurriedly stood up, "Big sister..."
Shen Yizhen’s face twisted slightly, but she didn’t lose her temper. Instead, she smiled faintly, "Prince, being like the heroic daughters of Emperor Yao isn’t so bad. We sisters are already yours, Prince, willing to serve you together. Please, do not reject us..." With that, she knelt down.
Shen Yila wasn’t foolish, and she caught on immediately, dropping to her knees quickly as well.
"Such devoted affection is commendable, but as for how you enter my estate, that will be up to the Shen Family," Qi Jingrong said with a cold laugh. He reached for his cloak and strode out. The game had been played out; he could no longer stay at the Shen Family’s.
Shen Yizhen and Shen Yila were momentarily baffled, exchanging glances, but they quickly realized what was happening and hurriedly got up to chase after him, only to see a figure disappearing into the night.
Meanwhile, at the gate of the Shen Family, a tall figure was pacing anxiously, stamping his feet—it was already autumn, and the nights were chilly.
"Wengweng, let’s go back. At this hour, the Tenth Prince is probably already asleep," Yang Ruyu felt like only an idiot would follow such a clueless person. It was clear he wasn’t interested in her, yet this blockhead couldn’t see it and was stubbornly persistent.
Of course, Yang Ruyu felt that he did look at her with affection, but unfortunately with this fool around, she didn’t dare to express herself, at least not until he clearly agreed to marry her. She couldn’t risk falling out with Yang Baihe.
"I’m not leaving," Yang Baihe shook her head with determination. "What if he comes out for a walk at midnight? I want to wait for him; when he sees how devoted I am, he will surely be moved..."
Yang Ruyu rolled her eyes. Only a fool would go out for a midnight stroll.
But just as she thought this, the Shen Family’s gate actually did open, and someone did come out.
Yang Ruyu was stunned. So someone really does go for midnight strolls? Because it wasn’t just anyone who came out—it was the very person they were waiting for. Could it be that heaven was actually helping Yang Baihe?
However, while she was still in shock, Yang Baihe had already rushed over.
Just then, the person they were chasing suddenly leaped onto the back of a great white horse that had appeared out of nowhere and, with a flick of the reins...
"Tenth Prince..." But before the white steed could gallop away, a thunderous roar erupted, and a figure shot out.
The great white horse was so frightened that it almost knelt, snorting indignantly, thinking to itself where did that monster come from? Yun Yang, quickly protect your master.