A creaking noise from the direction of the sliding doors… and soon the burst of angry shouts came drifting in. Right on cue! Jian had a flair to always appear when the prince was in a prickly situation. As if he always left one of his ears nearby.
At first, when Jian entered the room he had not dared let his gaze turn in their direction and only stared at the floor right before his feet. Folding his arms across his chest and his rugged features drawn into a troubled frown, he carried on with his whining.
"What the devil is the matter?" Shufeng asked, eyeing Jian in a manner that showed some respite after his inhospitable treatment of Li Ji.
The bodyguard bowed and waited, thinking the Second Prince would bid him to take a seat. He swept his eyes over to the two of them and was secretly concerned about the dismal look overcoming their faces, the while venting out his indignation:
