1185 Epilogue (3)

In the capital, in the Young Master Manor.

Prince Yan was reviewing the memorials. There were pigeons sent to the border every day, but it was a little late today. They did not see them at night.

Prince Yan had an ominous feeling. He pushed open the window and looked at the crescent moon in the sky. Not long after, the shining starry sky suddenly darkened. A strong wind blew in the courtyard, and the memorials and documents on the table were all blown over.

He quickly closed the window to pick it up, but he felt a flash of light in the sky. Immediately after, a thunder exploded in the sky, making his mind buzz.

"Wahhh—"

In the room, Yan Xiaosi cried.

The three little eggs opened their eyes in unison and sat up in unison. They lifted the blanket and jumped off the bed, running out barefoot.

"Ah—" When he crossed the threshold, Xiaobao fell.