Yang Fu didn't know what to say, so he handed the letter to the young prince.
The young prince impatiently opened the letter, unfolded it, and casually glanced through it.
One look and he was dumbfounded.
Rubbing his eyes, he looked again and saw that the handwriting hadn't changed. That was to say, he wasn't seeing things!
"My lord?"
"My lord?"
The guards reminded him in a low voice.
Jing Tianyi looked up at a manor a short distance away, and his face darkened. The next moment, he waved his hand and said, "That's enough. Let's go back.
"Take this pigeon away and clean this place!
"No one is to know that I killed a pigeon today. Got it?!"
The young prince wasn't a complete idiot. When he straightened his face, he still looked very authoritative.
"Yes."
The guards exchanged looks of bewilderment. It seemed that something had really happened.
Meanwhile, the young prince ran off to find Lord Jing.
