After a few consecutive days of drizzles, the morning in the Imperial Capital became slightly cold. The Prince Consort sat in the colorful pavilion and quietly looked at the painting on the stone table.
The man in the painting was in his early twenties. He was wearing a crescent white robe. His black hair was like satin, and his facial features were like jade. His eyes were arrogant and cold, and there was a trace of impatience between his eyebrows, as if he could kill someone at any time.
… He needed a beating.
"Father!" The Little Commandery Princess quietly walked over and called out to the Prince Consort.
The Prince Consort had long heard her footsteps, but he could not bear to see this girl being boring. He raised his head and revealed a stunned expression. "You scared me."
