That night, MingYu dreamt of Wu TianLan once more.
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"Young Prince of Wu, Wu TianLan will turn the graceful age of 16 years old in a week. Due to this joyful occasion, his highness has ordered a hunting banquet. Whoever brings him a rare and beautiful beast will be rewarded accordingly."
The news caused a chatter to break out in the Imperial Hall as the officials whispered among each other, musing of the grand prize that was surely in planning.
Ruan AnChen smacked his lips as he stood beside Wu TianLan and Lee SunLiu, hidden behind the heavy burgundy curtains of the throne, eavesdropping on the announcement.
"Don't you think this is too extravagant?" Ruan AnChen said as he leaned into the red pillar, looking displeased at the prospect. His droopy eyes crinkled in an unhappy frown.
"Why are you complaining, AnChen? It's your birthday too," Wu TianLan cooed, his pouty lips pulled into a mischievous grin.
