"Chuan Fu?"
Once Chuan Fu saw where he had been taken, his heart was filled with despair.
He knew the Crown Prince, not just knew him, but was very familiar.
In fact, in his heart he always felt that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince really had no complaints about his own master, and even when his master had chosen to cooperate with the Eighth Prince, he advised him against it.
Why reject a bright future as the Phoenix Monarch? What more could his master want?
Unfortunately, Shi Qingyi did not listen to him.
The things he had done following Shi Qingyi, he feared even dying ten times would not be enough to atone for.
Chuan Fu steeled his heart and was about to take his own life.
"Whatever you do, you had better think it through," said Gu Shengyin, speaking calmly as she looked at him.
"That carriage at the tea stand by the city gate, that holds your wife and your two-year-old son, doesn't it?"
