At this time, inside the city gate, several low-key and luxurious carriages drove in, and the driver shook the things in his hands, and the guards guarding the city retreated.

The carriage drove slowly to a halt in front of a luxurious mansion.

"Your Excellency, it's here."

A bony hand lifted the bronze curtain, slightly forced, the green tendons on the back of the hand lined its complexion like frost, it was hard to imagine that this was a man's hand.

The moment the man came out of the carriage, the sun was dazzling, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and his long eyelashes were imprinted on Junxiu's face, like two brushes.

He took a deep breath and opened his eyes again, and there was ambition in his amber eyes.

"I haven't been back for many years since I left Kyoto, but my mood has changed a little when I come back." Yu Jinyuan's eyebrows and eyes were deep, and he seemed to have fallen into some kind of memory.

As he spoke, a delicate beauty came out of the carriage behind him, it was Yu Yao, looking at the man's straight back, the smile on the corner of his mouth faded, and a trace of worry flashed in his charming eyes.

"Why are you all standing here, don't you go in?" Qi Yu shook his fan and walked over from the carriage behind.

Yu Jinyuan retracted his expression and stepped into the house, and the people behind him started to move things neatly, several large boxes, which didn't look like ordinary Shen.

The scenery in the park can be said to be a replica of the Ranland Villa.

The housekeeper waited aside, and the moment he saw Yu Jinyuan and them, he hurriedly handed over the things in his hand.

"Lord, someone is asking to see you." The steward knelt in front of the man and lifted the object in his hand above his head, a golden plum blossom.

Yu Jinyuan glanced at it coldly, and there was undisguised sarcasm in his eyes.

"Lead the way."

"Yes." The steward stood up, but he was still hunched over, not daring to look up.

In the study, a figure turned his back to the screen, and the figure was graceful.

Hearing the sound of footsteps from behind, he turned around directly to reveal a beautiful face, it was Yue Miqing.

The moment she saw Yu Jinyuan, her eyes lit up, and her red lips outlined a beautiful arc.

"You are the master of Wanle Gate?" The woman's voice has an innate charm, which makes the bones of the listener crisp in a tactful way.

Yu Jinyuan's face was as usual, and even because she spoke, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes.

His reaction was mediocre, but someone reacted greatly, and Yu Yao, who was following behind him, heard Yue Miqing's voice before he entered the room, and his eyes instantly became fierce.

The fiery red boots walked quickly into the room, and a pair of somewhat bewitching beautiful eyes glanced at the woman fiercely, and then stared unhappily, looking the woman up and down with scrutiny.

"Brother, who is this old woman?" Yu Yao deliberately emphasized the word "old woman", of course she knew who Yue Miqing was, but she deliberately disgusted her.

Sure enough, the smile on Yue Miqing's face dispersed a lot.

"What are you, I'm talking to the Lord of Wanle Gate, how can anyone jump up and down here?" Yue Miqing sneered coldly, and her momentum was not weak.

"You!" Yu Yao's eyes were almost on fire.

"Retire, step aside." Yu Jinyuan was already sitting on top of the soft collapse at this time, and opened his mouth lightly, but his eyes fell on Yu Yao, not Yue Miqing.

Yu Jinyuan's words were a good medicine for Yu Yao to extinguish the fire, just one sentence, let her extinguish the fire in an instant, and obediently walked to the man and sat down, but she still disdained it in her afterglow.