With a sudden jerk, Xiaoming's sleep abruptly broke. He found the paper fan on the floor. He yawned and rubbed his eyes. He picked up the paper fan and put it on one of the shelves which was covered in dust. It had been four hours, and that person didn't come.
He massaged his nape and came out to check. To his surprise, the shop was filled with customers. He immediately stepped back and went back to the chair. "I never waited for someone. I am the Crown Prince," he murmured and settled on the chair.
Even the chair was rough, and he could feel the pain he was feeling in his back. It wasn't comfortable at all. On top of that, he was thirsty and hungry. He could not drink or eat outside. However, he needed water, and he got restless.
He stood up when Mūchén came there and bowed. "Does His Royal Highness need water?" He humbly asked.
