After escorting the Zhou Family members to the Imperial Prison, Chen Mo and Shen Shuqiu were informed and then prepared to return to the mansion for some rest.
From last night until now, his nerves had been tightly strained, truly feeling somewhat exhausted.
Just as he stepped out of the training field's main gate, a carriage rattled towards him and stopped right in front of him.
The carriage curtain was lifted, revealing a rather square face with a friendly smile, "Hop on, I'll give you a ride."
Chen Mo, although he did not recognize the man, did recognize the two splendid horses pulling the carriage, all blood-red, with jet-black hooves on snow, the official horses of the Sky Scale Guard.
His thoughts flashed, and he roughly guessed the man's identity.
"Then the humble official shall not shy away from accepting your kindness."
Chen Mo stepped into the carriage.
