Chapter 5: Tell me about myself
In all his years of life, Zhao Yan had never encountered someone like this!
Prince Zhao Yan stepped out of the room with a sharp click of his tongue, the sound cutting through the stillness like a blade.
His guards, already stationed outside, straightened at the sound, their faces betraying a flicker of surprise.
The prince was not one to lose his composure, not even in the most infuriating of situations. But tonight, his brisk steps and the tension in his shoulders told a different story.
His black robes billowed behind him as he strode away, his mask obscuring his expression. Yet, the change in his demeanor was unmistakable. The smirk that had briefly graced his lips moments ago was gone, replaced by a rigid seriousness.
There was a coldness coming off his body that put everyone at arms length.
His eyes danced dangerously as he gazed at everything before him.
Even without seeing his face, the guards could tell that their master was no longer amused.
As he walked, he suddenly stopped, his sharp gaze snapping back to the hut where Hua Jing was staying. His eyes gleamed with something indescribable—an emotion neither his guards nor even he could fully name.
"Deng Mi," he said, his voice low but commanding.
The guard nearest to him stepped forward. "Yes, Your Highness."