He set down the jade bowl in his hand, his broad sleeves shifting. He sat upright, elegant and modest, yet his words sent chills down everyone's spines.
Silence reigned all around. No one dared speak rashly, except for a young man at the dining table, who kept noisily slurping his porridge.
The young man's clothes were a little too large, so loose they seemed casually draped over him. Yet they covered him thoroughly, leaving nothing exposed except the slender hands cradling the jade bowl, their skin as lovely as creamy white jade.
Looking at him, it was hard to tell whether the young man enhanced the jade bowl's beauty or the jade bowl enhanced his.
Noticing quite a few gazes landing on him, Shen Yangge paused mid-sip. He raised his brows and thought, Why are you all looking at me? Whether I leave isn't up to me, okay?
Shen Yangge put down his bowl and fell silent for a moment. Going by the original owner's personality, at a time like this, he would probably... say:
"Commander Yong, could you tell me who sent you to fetch me?"
After asking, he saw the Crown Prince's gaze grow even gloomier, like a pool of icy spring water. By now, the Imperial Guards barely dared breathe.
Yong Guanghui said, "Consort Shen."
Consort Shen?
How did she know I was with the Crown Prince?
Commander Yong didn't seem like the type to volunteer that information.
Who else saw me last night...?
Could it have been Xue Pingyuan?
Shen Yangge stole a glance at the Crown Prince. His expression was cold, and displeasure radiated from every inch of him.
He ventured, "Your Highness, I haven't been home for fifteen days. Please allow me to leave the palace for a visit. Rest assured, tomorrow I'll..."
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