How could he have forgotten that he must not gaze upon imperial majesty?
Although the Crown Prince had yet to ascend the throne, his succession was already set in stone. There was no possibility of that changing.
The eunuch bowed his back, reproached himself for his foolish behavior, then stood silently in reflection.
After a group of men carried him somewhere quiet and settled him down, Shen Yangge eased the sword against their leader's neck a little, lest a careless slip actually finish the man off.
The leader was fairly handsome, with thick, dark brows and well-proportioned features. His drab gray clothes took his looks down a few notches, but he was still a good-looking man.
Once they had moved him to the new spot, Shen Yangge began talking "reason" with them. Naturally, most of what he said was pure bluff.
For instance: "I'm not a monster. I'm the River God. I ended up in this pond because someone with wicked intentions put me here."
Although he did not specify who that wicked person was, the patrolling soldiers clearly narrowed it down to the estate's owner and a few of his powerful aides.
More of them were inclined to believe that the estate's owner had brought Shen Yangge here. Of course, they were not complete fools. They merely listened to his initial claims without taking them too seriously.
Then Shen Yangge asked, "Do you think I'm a monster?"
They looked at his silvery-white hair and fish tail, surrounded by flecks of golden light beneath the moon, and instantly dismissed the thought that he was a monster.
What monster looked like that?
Besides, although he had held their leader hostage ever since they met, he had not actually killed him, nor had he sucked out their leader's yang energy before