Quan Sheng stepped forward to pay his respects, "Your Highness! The Emperor has decreed that no one is to visit!"
"I'm not here for a visit; I'm here for an interrogation!" Xiao Yong directly pulled out a gun and aimed it at him. "Stand aside!"
Quan Sheng confronted him for a moment, but seeing the murderous intent in his eyes and his finger on the trigger, he waved a hand and stood aside.
Xiao Yong dismounted and strode into the mansion.
Pei Qin was busy making clay figurines for Jiujiu and Xixi, and when she saw him coming, she looked up and smiled, "You're here too! Does this look like you?" She brandished a clay figure for display.
Xiao Yong saw that she could still smile, so leisurely and contentedly, and his heart ached fiercely. "Sister Qin…" He came up and hugged her tightly.
Pei Qin was startled, sensing his body trembling lightly. She patted his back, "You're such a grown man, still wanting to cry?"
