"I-am-Pan-Jing-wan-Your-High-ness!"
Pan Jingwan practically shouted the words.
Though the spectators downstairs had already retreated a considerable distance, they still heard every word loud and clear.
The entire Heavenly Fragrance House fell silent after that roar.
Including the large group still fighting inside the room.
The Shadow Guards who had accompanied Jiang Yingcheng out of the palace normally served at Emperor Mingze's side, so there was no way they would fail to recognize Prince Jing. They had only gritted their teeth and fought this long because they planned to use "the situation was urgent, and we couldn't see clearly" as an excuse.
Now that someone had abruptly laid the truth bare, they could hardly keep attacking.
In the silence, Jiang Yingcheng, whom Zhong Chengwang had safely set down on the floor, spoke with bewilderment in her eyes.
"Prince Jing? My Uncle Prince Jing who lives far away in Yan Prefecture?"
Her voice was full of innocent wonder, and not a single flaw showed in her expression.
Everyone from Prince Jing's Residence panicked at those words.
She was actually a Little Princess?!
They had taken every possible precaution on this trip, even deliberately arranging their meeting here, precisely to avoid exposing their whereabouts.
Had she merely been some insignificant nobody, they could have killed her and been done with it. But she was a princess.
Jiang Yi'an stared at the little girl with an odd look for a long moment, then elegantly wound the Flexible Sword back around his waist. With a soft chuckle, he strolled casually over to her and slowly crouched down. "I forgot to ask earlier. What's your full name?"
He did know that the Little Princess Jiang Yanchuan currently doted on most had "Cheng" in her name. But when he had heard "Auntie brought Chengcheng" earlier, he had