Hearing the man's words, the swordsman gave a slight nod, whispering, "You noticed it too?"
The bearded man's voice was somewhat hoarse, he responded quietly, "I use my nose, don't I? She carries the prince's scent."
The swordsman furrowed his brows, paused for a moment, and said, "The dress she's wearing may not seem remarkable, but unless I am mistaken, it should be spun from the silk of the Arctic Black Rose."
The bearded man was shocked, hesitatingly he said, "His highness owns a dress of the same kind."
The swordsman nodded, whispering a single word: "Go."
They immediately quickened their pace, trailing after Qin Sisi in her direction.
For fear of catching the swordsman's attention, Qin Sisi intentionally took a detour down an alley. As she noticed the swordsman wasn't catching up, she heaved a sigh of relief, assuming she was overthinking.
This alleyway seemed very secluded, with no pedestrians. Qin Sisi was patting Ye You, signaling him to come out.
