"Ack— This lowly servant begs for Your Highness' forgiveness!" An old voice squeaked, uncharacteristic to the old age of the speaker, embarrassment coloured the elderly blacksmith's face as he nearly jumped out of his skin, scrambling on his feet to turn around, wishing that he was blind.
He did not know that the Crown Prince and Specter of the Blood Moon had such a good relationship without even getting married yet!
The sudden call snapped the Crown Prince and his soon-to-be wedded out whatever moment they'd been sharing, making them jolt and pull apart from the near-hug, near-kiss position at a neck breaking speed.
"Ah," Liu Mingyun turned towards the speaker, lips covered by his fist as he faked a cough, a deep blush decorating his ears. Beside him, Li Xinyuan looked anywhere, face flushed red and ears burning, but at the Head blacksmith of the Imperial Armoury.
