After Shufeng had stormed out the banqueting hall, he cut over the large courtyard flanked by palace guards. They did not turn their heads, but their eyes were following him. Shufeng smiled. They must also have been shocked after hearing the news as though they had never considered that this prince might be seen again in court.
"You will see me more often from that day on," he muttered with a smirk. Indeed, he could now come to the Inner Court as often as he wished.
On this day, he had been reborn. No longer would he be referred to as the fallen prince, the house-arrest sinner, the royal miscreant, or as the other derogatory nicknames that the ministers and the nobles had given him.
