"Prince, someone just charged into the carriage!"
The voice from outside furrowed Murong Jiu's brows, yet she found the wails eerily familiar.
Lying in front of the carriage was a disheveled old man, clothed in garments that seemed unwashed for ages, stiff as if frozen in snow for many days. The person rolled in agony, crying out in pain, yet there wasn't a single drop of blood on the ground.
The coachman also said, "Prince, I didn't touch her. I stopped in time before she rushed out."
"It turns out to be Old Madam Murong!"
Murong Jiu let out a low laugh, leaped down from the carriage nimbly, and walked toward the person on the ground.
Jun Yuyan stood by her side, limping, adopting a protective stance. The silver mask on his face would only come off inside the Prince Mansion.
After Murong Jiu's voice fell, the old woman's head jerked up; no longer pretending to wail in pain, she glared at Murong Jiu with a twisted expression,