In the study of Prince Zhan's mansion.

Xuanyuan Mo stood still by the window. His amber eyes were utterly dull and drained of luster as if he lost his soul.

Outside the window, the wind whistled by from time to time. The leaves of the phoenix tree in the yard fell with the wind. Occasionally, one or two leaves would drop on the sill.

"Your Highness, Her Highness Princess Consort is back..." Yu Ying suddenly rushed inside and said with ...