Chapter 8: It was too real
The heavy footsteps grew louder, echoing through the small hut. Hua Jing straightened instinctively, her body tensing. Beside her, Xia Lin clutched the edge of her apron nervously, her eyes darting toward the door.
"Who could that be?" Hua Jing whispered, her tone low but sharp.
"I don't know," Xia Lin murmured, her voice trembling slightly.
The footsteps stopped just outside, and for a moment, all was silent. Then, the door creaked open.
A man stepped inside, his presence commanding. He was dressed in a fine green robe that shimmered faintly in the morning light, his long hair tied neatly in an intricate style. His features were sharp and flawless, his piercing gaze sweeping over the room with quiet authority.
Hua Jing's first thought was that he was ridiculously handsome. Her second thought was more troubling. There was something familiar about him. She tilted her head, narrowing her eyes as she studied him.
Where have I seen him before? she wondered. The image of his face tugged at the edges of her memory, but it remained frustratingly out of reach.
Before she could say anything, Xia Lin gasped softly and dropped into a deep bow. "Master Wei Ling," she said reverently, her voice trembling with respect.
The man—Wei Ling—nodded slightly, acknowledging her gesture before turning his attention to Hua Jing. She, of course, remained standing, her arms crossed as she regarded him with open curiosity.
"Lady Hua," Wei Ling said, his voice smooth and composed. "The prince is having breakfast and has invited you to join him."
Xia Lin straightened immediately, her eyes wide. "Of course, Master Wei Ling. I'll prepare her right away!"