The carriage procession stopped at the Imperial Hunting Ground.
Under Xiao Rou's urging, Si Chu got out of the carriage.
He stood in an inconspicuous corner, yet still drew many curious glances.
First, there was a curiosity about this unfavored prince, and second, his overly "plain" attire attracted attention.
Among today's attendees were numerous aristocratic young masters, each impeccably groomed to capture the attention of the influential, aiming for a bright future.
It was rare to see someone like Si Chu, who, despite wearing garments even the lowest servant wouldn't wear, had striking features that prevented him from being overshadowed in the crowd.
Some couldn't help but whisper, "Whose son is that? How come I've never seen him before?"
"What son? That's the prince from the palace..."
"Ah, it's him, that jinx..."
Wherever Si Chu went, he heard such discussions; those people didn't seem to avoid him intentionally, speaking in voices loud enough for him to overhear.
