Leaning his back against the side of the gate in front of Prince Bai Chen's palace, no one noticed that he had been in that position for quite a while, but he could see how the brown-haired Prince was walking away from the palace with the old servant.
Not only did he see how the young Prince was leaving, but he could also hear the conversation between the Prince and the old servant. Even if Ma Qiao's last words came out in a whisper, his sharp ears managed to catch every word the old man said, and he couldn't help but smirk as he continued to stare at the two figures moving away from the Prince's palace.
"That old servant doesn't like Wu Jinhai, huh?" He whispered to himself as the two backs belonging to the Prince and the old servant were out of sight.
He folded his arms in front of his chest, and his brown eyes looked in one direction with an unreadable gaze.
