The child's face still had a little baby fat. His large, round almond eyes fixed on the bowl of meat porridge before him as he tried to reach out with both hands and take it.
But His Highness the Crown Prince held his hands down every time.
Shen Mother silently reminded herself not to look too closely. Looking too much could land her in trouble.
But... the child's face really did look somewhat familiar.
Breakfast ended in a tense atmosphere. After bidding Shen Mother farewell, Chu Xuanzhen took Shen Yangge into the carriage and headed back to the imperial palace.
The carriage wheels rumbled along. As they passed through the market streets, a minor incident occurred, though it was not directed at them.
"Your Highness, the road ahead is blocked. Should we take a side street?"
Chu Xuanzhen's fingers stopped tapping his knee. "No need. Wait a little longer."
The driver acknowledged the order, and silence returned to the carriage.
How long were they supposed to wait?
Shen Yangge lifted a corner of the curtain and peered outside. A crowd had gathered around something. Curious, he looked a little longer.
Then he suddenly realized that the person the crowd was watching was... the Seventh Prince.
The Seventh Prince was locked inside a sturdy iron cage, his hands and feet shackled. Dressed in white prison clothes, he knelt in the cage with a numb expression.
The main reason Shen Yangge could recognize the Seventh Prince was that his eyesight was now different from an ordinary person's. He could also hear faint snippets of conversation, all discussing the Seventh Prince.
At the sight, Shen Yangge's little hand tightened around the curtain. He did not watch for long before letting it fall.
Chu Xuanzhen said calmly, "The Ministry of Justice has completed its