The entire shadowy alley fell silent as those words faded.
Jiang Yanchuan's dark eyes remained fixed on "Zhong Chengwang, legitimate son of the Zhong Residence in Green Bamboo Alley, Jiangyuan County" for a long moment. Then he began removing the Twelve-Tassel Crown from his head.
His movements were regal and elegant, yet the aura radiating from him was terrifyingly cold.
Even knowing this was merely an act that the man and the little one had staged together, the man's original intention had still been to take her hostage to threaten him.
It was only because of the little one's unusual gifts that things had become as harmonious as they were now.
Eunuch Changshun's heart nearly leaped into his throat, and his gaze kept darting toward the little one.
Inside, he was screaming frantically-
Appease him!
Little Highness, hurry and appease him!
His Majesty is truly angry!
The two facing Jiang Yanchuan were also very nervous.
Jiang Yingcheng's voice seemed caught in her throat as she made one final check with her newly acquainted Uncle Zhong, speaking at a volume only the two of them could hear.
"See that pavilion up ahead with the little green tip poking out? We'll run that way in a moment~"
Zhong Chengwang gave a brief reply. "Mm."
"No hitting the face, no hitting the neck, no hitting the arms. No hitting anywhere-you can only brush his sleeve, okay?"
"...Mm."
"Your blade hasn't been sharpened, right?"
"..." Zhong Chengwang's voice was strained. "But the one your imperial father's holding has..."
Across from them, Jiang Yanchuan had already taken a saber from the commander of the guards. With one casual sweep, its sharp whistle through the air sounded like a sudden blast of winter wind, sending a chill straight up from the depths of Zhong Chengwang's heart.