Tang Xiaobai remembered that it was during the eleventh year of Taixing.
The summer night was clear, and the wheels mercilessly ran over the shattered medicine bottles scattered on the ground. A tall, skinny boy stood in the darkness, a hint of confusion on his face.
Before that, Yao He was a teenager who was confident in his intelligence and had a rebellious, mischievous streak.
Given his background, entering the Duke Mansion made him seem even more at ease than Xue Shaoqin.
He used some not-so-honorable means to achieve his goals.
It was not until he really hurt the innocent that he regretted it deeply.
Isn't this also the price of growth?
Tang Xiaobai shifted his gaze away from the Red Mohe, closed the box lid, and handed it to Cheng Zi: "Send it to the eldest miss, and pass on Xue Seventh Son's words."
Not long after, Cheng Zi returned and said, "The eldest miss still had it sent to the Xue Family."
