The journey usually only required five minutes of walking but Mu Chenyan took ten minutes instead. Since she was so feeble, the new clothes that she had changed into were now thoroughly soaked with her sweat.
Nonetheless, she had no time to deal with trivial matters. She was certain that Yuan Xuan furiously went to visit his grandmother because of what happened and the results from the prison today.
Since his grandmother had single-handedly raised him, she viewed him as her reason for living. In her heart, Mu Chenyan could blame or hate her but Yuan Xuan could not.
Even if Mu Chenyan could not bear the torture that was inflicted upon her, she could forgo her morals and allow a grandson to fight with his own grandmother...
Warm orange-colored light illuminated the side hall of Upper Mansion. The two pomegranate trees by the doorway that were boring juicy and ripe fruits were personally planted by Old Master while he was still alive.
