As Murong Xue approached, she saw her senior sister and the fifth prince sitting on a balcony. The atmosphere around them was tense and gloomy.
With a graceful inclination of her body, Murong Xue greeted Yan Xing, her voice carrying a respectful tone. "Your Highness," she addressed him with reverence, her bow reflecting her deference.
Yan Xing, his demeanor reflecting both authority and kindness, dismissed her formalities with a casual wave of his hand. A warm smile graced his lips as he spoke, his words carrying a touch of familiarity. "There is no need for such formalities in my presence," he reassured her gently, his voice laced with a comforting undertone. "Feel at ease in my company henceforth."
