Shang Ruyi's brows furrowed even more tightly.
Among those who followed the Imperial Carriage on this tour, there weren't many people connected to Han Yuhui, or rather, one could say that in her heart there was only the Crown Prince.
For someone to make her this sad and this furious, to the point that she completely disregarded outward composure and directly wore her hatred on her face, the person who died had to be someone related to the Crown Prince, and someone extremely important.
Then who on earth could it be—
Just as Shang Ruyi was hesitating a little, Wo Xue came in to remind her that it was almost time.
