"Prince Ye, please."
After the Second Palace Master arrived, he took on the role of host and began receiving guests.
That "Prince Ye" said nothing. Like a ghost, he entered the gathering and took a seat near the center, then remained silent.
The others were used to it and continued chatting and laughing, dissolving the eerie atmosphere Prince Ye had brought with them.
"Why have I never heard of this prince? And what prince would have the surname Ye?" Yue Li Lian looked utterly puzzled as she turned to Yang Xu.
"He is a newly invested prince from an outside surname, the only one of his kind. As for his origins, I reckon there are only a handful of people in all Tai Yu who know. All anyone knows is that, during a game against Yuan Hao some time ago, he turned the tide at the last moment and held the national gates firm. I heard Yuan Hao has been more restrained lately precisely because he fears him." Yang Xu spoke in a low voice, his eyes filled with respect.
"A prince from an outside surname? And a great contributor?" Yue Li Lian was somewhat dazed. "How long have I been away at the Divine Tomb Seat? Tai Yu has changed so much?"
"Anyway, he is now a true favorite before His Majesty. His Majesty granted him the title of prince and bestowed a fief upon him—that means he treats him like a brother." Yang Xu paused. "That is why even the Second Palace Master has to give him face."
"Oh, oh." Yue Li Lian still seemed a little absent-minded.
After hearing all this, Li Tianming's scalp tingled. He asked, "Uncle Yang, may I ask how old this Prince Ye is? Has anyone seen his true face?"
"Well... I haven't