Hui Jian Yu was standing in front of a bronze mirror and looking at himself, only to see a pleasant yet relatively unfamiliar fair face, black, shoulder-length hair, effusive amber eyes, set a-symmetrically within their sockets, a muscled frame, several moles were spread charmingly on his right cheek.
There was something extraordinary about him, conceivably it was his distinctive looks, or perhaps it was simply his tenderness.
Hui Jian Yu let out an exclamation when he glanced at himself first.
The guards quickly came inside holding their swords, all armed.
''Your highness!'' The counts and viscounts all bent their heads.
''It's not me. This man is someone else''. Hui Jian Yu shrieked.
All the courtiers, counts, and viscounts shook their heads and prayed keenly that their prince recovers his memory.
