Imperial Palace, Wuyi
"Any word of his reply yet?" a harsh voice demanded from the center of the throne room. A haunting silence echoed after him.
His eyes and lips thinned in dissatisfaction. Arms tucked behind him and shoulders squared, he carried himself regally as the Crown Prince of Wuyi.
"Fine then," Li Chenyang gritted out. He cast the ministers a final glare before turning towards his parents. The Emperor and Empress sat proudly on their newly forged throne of gold. It was polished and its gleam was brighter than the sun on a good morning.
"Hah, it's because you scowl like this that you are still single and no woman dares to approach you," a voice snickered from behind him.
Li Chenyang did not need to turn around to know whom the irritating voice belonged to. Cheeky and smug, Li Wenmin strolled into the enormous throne room filled with ministers and a few privileged scholars who had the opportunity to witness the Crown Prince's thin temper.
