That day, another unusual guest arrived in the Cold Palace courtyard.
"I've long heard of your great reputation, Master Dan Chenzi. Now that we've met, I can see it was well deserved."
Wearing an ornate crown and a sumptuous purple robe, Prince Han Fei knelt before the low table and spoke with a cheerful smile.
Behind Han Fei stood a stern young man with short silver-gray hair, dressed in black robes embroidered with gold. He held a longsword against his chest and stood silently to one side, radiating an icy air that warned strangers to keep their distance.
As the ninth prince, Han Fei held an exalted status. Mere maids like Xiao Ying and Xiao Die had no right to remain in the room, so Ye Uchiha had sent them away under the pretext of purchasing supplies.
The alluring, delicate Yan Lingji had left with Tian Ze. For the time being, they were following the orders of Bai Yifei, the Marquis of the Crimson Blood, as they prepared to set their grand scheme to usurp the kingdom in motion.
Ye Uchiha responded to Han Fei's praise with some polite flattery of his own. "You're too kind. How could I compare to you? Your reputation extends throughout the Seven Kingdoms, Ninth Prince. Your works, Five Vermin and Solitary Anger, have circulated across all seven. Even the King of Qin praises them highly and longs to make your acquaintance."
"To think someone actually appreciates the books I wrote! His Majesty the King of Qin certainly has a discerning eye!" Unexpectedly, Han Fei's eyes lit up at the news. He seized Ye Uchiha's hand and spoke with undisguised excitement.
Faced with Han Fei's enthusiasm, Ye Uchiha discreetly freed his hand, then turned toward Wei Zhuang. "Speaking of which, your guard is quite remarkable.