'The long, golden robe should belong to Qi Xunyi, and the other one…' Yun Hen broke into a fierce, cold smile. He was almost certain that the mysterious figure was assisting Qi Xunyi in his execution.
He waved for Meng Fuyao to take notice, but she returned a lazy, dismissive wave and said in a low voice, "My footsteps are heavy. Not safe."
Yun Hen knitted his brows, thinking about how they were going to exit the heavily guarded place with Prince Qi around.
Meng Fuyao tumbled toward the quiet room and had her back facing it.
Inside the room, the masked man observed Qi Xunyi.
His eyes were bright yet unfathomable. Even without uttering a word, his meaningful gaze enveloped Qi Xunyi, causing him to waver and lower his head as if about to offer a bow.
