The morning dew fell on the tips of the leaves from the plum tree in front of the scorched pavilion. Yet, it's still visible the remaining smoke coming out of the wood that was devoured by the fire overnight. The beautiful pavilion turned into a ruined building that almost lost its shape.
In the Eagle pavilion where the Crown Prince lives.
"Akh" Yang Le groaned as the healer applied ointment to the burns on his back.
Luckily the clothes made of high-quality thick silk and satin that he wore last night protected him so that he only got a not-so-long and deep wound on his right back. Even so, his smooth back had to be hurt and it made him so furious.
Bu An who had just entered through the door bowed his head to the Crown Prince who was lying face down on his bed.
