The house was silent, except for Su Xiaoxiao's words.
However, after a long time, so long that Su Xiaoxiao wondered if she had misunderstood Helian Ye, a muffled rumble came from the east.
The bookshelf moved to the side, revealing a dark secret room.
Right on the heels of that, a tall man in black slowly walked out.
Su Xiaoxiao had seen a portrait of the Prince of Nanyang when he was young. He was a handsome man in fresh clothes. He was high-spirited and elegant.
The man in front of him gradually overlapped with the appearance in the portrait. The difference was that there was a trace of time on his face, but he was still handsome.
The eyebrows of Dahu, Erhu, and Xiaohu eyebrows resembled his, but they were not so similar.
The children's eyes were clean and clear, but his eyes were cold and sinister.
