Pei Ye hadn't anticipated seeing a wheelchair here, nor did he expect to see Yu Ziliang.
He hadn't killed him that day, but he didn't hold back either. He and Yu Ziliang were enemies to begin with, or perhaps it didn't matter from that moment on that they became enemies. In any case, Pei Ye hadn't expected to see him again within a month.
This young man with braided hair and a gentle face was said to be Yu Sicheng's most beloved sole son—of course, an adopted son. Yu Sicheng had entered the palace due to warfare at the age of thirteen or fourteen and had no biological bloodline since then.
In the recent decades in Shengjing City, this was firmly validated. Yu Ziliang roamed wildly among the hundreds of streets, spending lavishly and fiercely competing in Pingkang Square. When he assaulted someone, the case would be handed over to The Dali Temple, where he served personally.
