Shen Yangge released the guard's clothes. The Eighth Prince walked over, and when he saw Shen Yangge's reddened eyes, he had to swallow the sarcastic remarks he had been about to make. He coughed and said:
"Are you... worried about my elder brother?"
At least he wasn't an ungrateful wretch. He knew to come back.
But how had he managed out there all this time?
Had not a single Japanese pirate spotted him?
The Eighth Prince looked him over from head to toe before finally settling his gaze on his face. With his handsome features and exceptional bearing, he was the sort of person whose face was hard to forget after even a single glance.
He refused to believe the Japanese pirates would have no interest in such a beauty.
Chu Xuanzhen was fine.
If anything serious had happened to Chu Xuanzhen, the Eighth Prince couldn't possibly be in the mood to tease him like this. Somewhat reassured, Shen Yangge held out the Ceremonial Sword he had been carrying against his chest, broken in two. "...What happened to this?"
The Eighth Prince scratched his cheek, then rubbed his nose. "Things were desperate at the time. My brother's Ceremonial Sword broke saving me."
He had originally wanted to go out and retrieve it, but the thought that a band of seemingly unkillable Japanese pirates might still be lurking outside had made him give up for the time being.
The Eighth Prince's explanation eased Shen Yangge's mind further. He asked, "Then where... is His Highness now?"
The moment he finished asking, the Eighth Prince's expression changed.
Shen Yangge suddenly felt that things were not as simple as he had imagined.
The Eighth Prince hesitated. "My brother left the cave yesterday with a few trusted men to see Jiang Heming."
The Ceremonial Sword