Rumors had it that Officer Yan Qing was His Grace's sword. He had a cold heart and a cold face, and he was swift and decisive. Even if he was killing thousands of people and going through many deathly battles, his cruel and heartless expression didn't change.
But today, it was the first time he knew what 'fear' meant.
Chu Liuyue was clearly smiling in front of him, but Yan Qing felt a chill run down his spine. His instincts told him that he had said something wrongly. Besides, it wasn't a minor mistake but a ridiculously major one.
He struggled to say, "N-no. It's because His Highness has some things to discuss with that person. It's not because of anything—"
"Oh." Chu Liuyue nodded. "Oh, then it does seem like it's very important… But it's fine if he doesn't come. The contest to choose the princess consort will happen soon. I believe he must be very busy."
