Everyone in the group sensed that something was amiss and exchanged uncertain glances.
How long had it been since they'd left her? How could Second Miss Ye be the subject of such malicious gossip?
Those words were far too vicious!
And what was that about "forcing her aunt to death"?
For a moment, none of the men dared to speak.
Shen Yanchuan lowered the curtain. "To the palace."
"Yes."
The men quickly complied and continued toward the palace gates.
But the atmosphere was now entirely different from when they had first arrived back in the Capital City.
Shen Yanchuan sat in the carriage, his gaze unwavering as he sank into deep thought.
He had returned some time after Ye Chutang, but not by much—just over half a month at the most.
And yet, in that short span of time, something had happened.
After they had parted ways in Shiluan City, Shen Yanchuan had ordered his Black Cavalry Guard to secretly escort Ye Chutang back to the Capital City and then withdraw immediately.
