Jiang Lifeng looked utterly bewildered as Ying Sinan practically carried him into a nearby pastry shop.
Only after they entered did he belatedly react. "Th-th-there are assassins?"
His voice was so low it was almost a whisper, with a very noticeable tremor running through it.
Ying Sinan paused in his discreet observation of the movements behind them and gave Jiang Lifeng a baffled look. "As a young prince of the Prince of Nanyang's Residence, surely you've seen your fair share of big occasions?"
Ying Sinan did not spell it out, but Jiang Lifeng could read the unspoken meaning in those dark eyes that could not conceal their feelings-
"How can you still be this scared?!"
Jiang Lifeng: "..."
Jiang Lifeng had grievances he could not voice.
The Prince of Nanyang's Residence looked poor, but in fact, they really were poor.
The things they wore, used, and collected were all gifts bestowed by the palace, along with a few little items "offered as tribute" by minor officials nearby.
This was not something they could tell outsiders, but...
Their standard of living really was far below that of his other royal uncles.
Of the things in the Prince of Nanyang's Residence, the valuable ones were difficult to sell, while the worthless ones really would not fetch much.
Thus, robbers rarely set their sights on them. His life had been smooth sailing, and the greatest hurdle he had encountered was Ding Ruihan, a seasoned expert who talked only money, never love.
That mocking look dispelled much of Jiang Lifeng's fear. He glared fiercely at Ying Sinan. "Just tell me already!"
Ying Sinan immediately put aside his teasing and said solemnly, "Ever since we left the shop where we bought the osmanthus cakes, I've had a vague feeling that three people looked suspicious. I