Observe Water

Wang Xian picked it up and took a look. Well, would you look at that—had they calculated that he would be returning to the imperial capital?

Or had someone tipped off His Majesty?

No, that couldn't be right. Only his senior brother knew he was coming back. The imperial guards outside the city and the assassins from the Golden Hook Gambling House had no way of getting into the palace—not even Wang Duoyu.

Looking at the bright yellow official robes, the seal of office, and the golden sword in his Storage Ring, he couldn't help laughing. "So you're saying that the prince's residence by Misty Rain Lake really was bestowed on me by His Majesty?"

A prince's residence was just an external possession to Wang Xian.

But then he thought about it. If he were still in the Southern Border, he would be a prince, in name if nothing else, and ought to have a prince's residence.

At that thought, he felt at ease.

Even if he only intended to be a prince for one day, he would be like the monks on South Mountain and ring the bell for that day.

The emperor looked at the boy, whose expression was as calm as still water. He had thought a prince's residence would weigh as heavily as a mountain, crushing the boy before him until he could barely breathe.

Who would have thought Wang Xian would put everything away without even taking a look at the things in his Storage Ring?

In a flash, he saw the boy he had met in Lu City all those years ago.

A man who would not bow his head before the Son of Heaven, who treated the emperor like any other lord.

Under all the heavens, there could only be one Wang Xian,