A call of "Master" made several people in the room change their expressions simultaneously.
Pan Eunuch's eyes widened, and after staring at Shi Xiaole intently for a moment, he actually became somewhat dazed.
Her Highness, the Princess, stroked her chin, a myriad of colors flashing through her phoenix eyes, yet she said nothing. Because she knew it was not the time to speak.
Shi Xiaole looked at the imposing and naturally majestic young man before him, not awed by the other's status, but also stunned by his words.
He carefully observed the other's facial features and compared them with memories from the past; finally, an almost forgotten old memory surfaced in his mind.
"Master, do you remember?"
The man asked, with a hint of a smile.
"Xia Xiaonine,"
Shi Xiaole softly recited.
