Send the Corpse to the Cining Palace

"When you're ready to share, you will," Xiao Nanye said.

This wasn't the first time he'd said these words. He'd used them before when Jiang Peihuan had pinned the blame for Meng Yi's actions on him.

Jiang Peihuan found herself at a loss for words. She was clearly aware of Xiao Nanye's sincerity, but the more sincere he was, the heavier the burden she felt.

She could already feel the man's sincerity, but the more he was like this, the more she felt burdened.

Perhaps sensing the change in Jian Peihuan's mood, Xiao Nanye spoke gently, "It's getting late. We've had our share of the beautiful scenery today. I should take you back."

"Alright," she nodded.

Upon seeing her nod, Xiao Nanye gave a sharp whistle and Zhui Yun, his horse, dashed over. He swung himself onto the horse, pulling the reins with his right hand and extended his left hand to Jiang Peihuan.