C112 Are You Sure You Want to Refuse

On the way back to the palace in a carriage, Yang Xuanyin was in a trance.

He was curled up in the cushion like a frightened Cutie. He had shed his usual cautious look, and even the tips of his fingers hidden in his sleeves were slightly white.

As the curtain of the carriage was rolled up and it was close to sunset, a lot of cold wind blew in and messed up his ink-black shirt. At the same time