C317 Plum and bamboo horse
"Prince Jing, you're back!"
From afar, Mama who had been staying here all this time watched as Prince Jing returned to his residence, exhausted from the journey. His pair of eyes wandered around, looking like he was scheming something.
Song Chongjing's whereabouts were, of course, within Xi Mengyao's grasp. Seeing this old Mama secretly sizing up Song Chongjing's movements