She only knew that, unlike the men of her own country, he was low-key, yielding, and rarely went out.
She had learned even that because she was worried that Ye Lihan, a prince from another country, might be up to some tricks, so she had people keep an eye on him.
Su Qiao opened her eyes and gently stirred the water with her arm.
Water streamed over her fingertips with a splashing sound.
"Little Four, do you think this guy is really that honest?"
Why did she feel like he wasn't?
At least, back at the foot of the mountain, she had caught several flashes of cold killing intent in his eyes.
That wasn't the look of someone who wouldn't even know to fight back after being bullied.
What's more, he had been sent by Eastern Jin to Huangming as a Hostage Prince when he was only eleven, far from his homeland and family. Would he really be willing to accept that? Would he truly bear no resentment?
The memories I received aren't any more extensive than yours. I also have no surveillance abilities in this plane, so you'll have to rely on yourself. However, there's one thing I'm certain of.
"What?"
Could it be that Little Four had also noticed something extraordinary?
He was very poor. At the foot of the mountain, he had even lamented to his attendant that the clothes they'd worn for two years had been torn.
Su Qiao frowned slightly. "Doesn't the court allocate his monthly stipend every month?"
He was a Hostage Prince—in plain terms, a hostage. Even Eastern Jin didn't care whether he lived or died. Who in Huangming would care about him?
Those things definitely never reached his hands, or by the time they did, there was pitifully little left. He had