Meanwhile, in the capital, a certain prince sat in a dirty room while drinking from a sparkling golden cup of tea. The walls looked dreary, covered in moss and dirt, yet Shang Luo seemed to be oblivious to the horrible conditions, unlike his usual self.
Beside him, Mu Yue stood against the wall, a short blade at her waist while she guarded him.
"I wonder how long that damn merchant will make me wait! He claimed to have information about my sister!" Shang Luo's voice was loud, filled with irritation and a slight tinge of hope as he sipped on the tea prepared by Mu Yue.
'Though this tea is delicious, I have no intention of praising this Mu Clan bitch. I will make sure she dies when we return to the empire.'
"Mu Yue, when was the meeting time?"
"Master Shang, the meeting time is roughly five minutes away." Mu Yue's voice always sounded empty and cold when around the Shang family.
