The Marquis of Shunqing was still dressed in the coarse cloth garments of a temple ascetic, a string of prayer beads in his hand, standing right there before the main gates.
"The Marquis is back."
Catching sight of his son, and recalling how he had previously reprimanded her, Old Madam Qi hurriedly put away the fierce malice all over her face with a sheepish expression.
Chapter 262