Two men in white hanfu were eating quietly inside the Jing Pavilion. The fire slowly burned the candles, giving off a few lights inside the pavilion where the countless stars could only peek through the window.
The palace servants had sent dinner to the pavilion, and the two people wrapped in white clothes were eating without making a sound.
Bai Chen had never cared about how to eat like a real Prince before. His family was just an ordinary family, not royalty or rich people who cared so much about how they ate.
But, the brown-haired man was trying hard to eat elegantly since he was the Prince of this empire now. Even if only Zhu Ge sat next to him at the round table, he tried to adapt to the settings in this world just in case he was summoned by the Emperor suddenly.
