The scorching sun hung high in the sky. Si Zhengyang's once fair and tender face was burned a bright crimson, and sweat poured down from his forehead.
He gritted his teeth hard, his dark eyes glaring with resentment at the gates of Prince Gong's Estate, while his heart was filled entirely with hatred for Meng Yihuan.
"Well, well, who is this? If my eyes aren't deceiving me, is he actually kneeling at the entrance of our estate?"
Chapter 59