Commander Wen Jinkai suppressed the twitch of his lips that threatened to curl into a victorious smirk. He rested a hand on the hilt of his sword and continued walking as if he hadn't heard the pleasant voice of Li Xueyue.
"Commander," she breathed out, her voice laced with irritation.
He turned a deaf ear to her words and continued strolling while examining his surroundings. His pleasant mood dimmed when he noticed something unsettling. The Fourth Prince was discussing something with the Emperor. His eyes narrowed. He'd have to investigate what the babbling fool was whispering.
"You're rude," Xueyue huffed when she caught up to Wen Jinkai and stood by his side.
He tilted his head and glanced down at her. She was so small, he couldn't resist the urge to place a gloved hand on the top of her head. If he wanted to, he could easily rest his chin on the crown of her head.
