"Since they have been caught, send the news back to Jing City and tell them that from today onward, I will personally escort Xing Danqing back to Jing City," Rong Zhan said coldly.
Xing Danqing's heart was like dead water, and he fainted from shock.
Fu Cheng had been standing beside Rong Zhan the whole time. After hearing this, he asked carefully, "Young Master, are you leaving?"
"Yes, it's time to go back." Rong Zhan narrowed his eyes as he spoke. In his mind, the cute little face of the little devil king appeared.
The Worry-Relieving Grass had already been sent back. It was likely that his illness would be greatly cured.
In his mind, the little fellow's smiling face became more and more vivid. Rong Zhan stood up and said, "Quickly prepare the carriage. This king will leave today."
"Yes." Fu Cheng raised his foot to catch up, only to see Rong Zhan stop in his tracks.