The Fifth Prince smiled and gestured with the yellow handkerchief. "This name should have changed already, so I will not be polite!"
"So that was the plan…" Feng Zhiwei sighed. "You really are not polite at all, so we will not be polite either."
The Fifth Prince paused, turning to eye the suddenly recovered Feng Zhiwei.
"Cha."
Light shone in from every direction, throwing everything into the open.
"Pa."
Countless crossbows were steadied along the artificial mountain, their quarrels gleaming coldly in the moonlight, surrounding the Fifth Prince.
A man walked down the long corridor, his figure adorned with an elegant robe, a gentle smile on his face; the light gold mandala flower bloomed gorgeously under the starry sky.
"Fifth Brother had a brilliant plot." The man praised, clapping quietly, his smile cutting through the early autumn breeze.
