"Young Lord?" As soon as Shi Feng thought of the last two words that Long Chen had uttered, he immediately recognized where this force originated!
Descendants of the Spirit Martial Emperor!
Looking at Long Chen standing before him, Shi Feng said, "I'm going to see my mother!"
"Alright!" Long Chen nodded.
Then, Shi Feng's figure flashed, dashing towards the golden carriage and stopping in front of it. He landed gracefully and lifted the golden curtain of the carriage.
Inside the carriage, a faint fragrance wafted through the air, and the exquisite decorations exuded luxury.
Empress Bai Yue'e of the Yunlai Empire sat inside the carriage compartment, accompanied only by Qing'er, a maid once from Prince Chenn's Mansion. Bai Yue'e's head hung low, her face a portrait of sorrow and reluctance.
She appeared to have lost a great deal of weight in just the past few days.
"Mother!" Shi Feng entered the carriage and called out softly.