Beiming Yi, because of these words, casually swept over it. Beitang Qing felt somewhat unnerved by his gaze: "Master?"
Beiming Yi ignored him, directly lowered the carriage curtain. Beitang Qing hurriedly jumped onto the horse carriage, and at the same time shouted to the people outside: "Go, return to the Prince Manor."
The atmosphere inside the carriage was somewhat strange: "Brother..., are you in a bad mood?"
When no one was around, Beitang Qing called Beiming Yi brother. Because the two were very familiar, any slight mood change Beiming Yi had, Beitang Qing could sense through his facial expressions and breathing speed.
It was just that he hadn't noticed the danger yet and was still babbling on, until Beiming Yi couldn't bear the noise anymore, giving a cold snort.
"Have you said enough? If you've said enough, get out."
"See, clearly you're in a bad mood. But brother, I can't care about your mood at the moment. Can we talk about the big matter first?"
