Palov walked out with two cultivators, leaving Pherna and others with Prince Eyrin .
Earlier, She didn't hear what Prince Eyrin whispered to Prince Khane, but she sensed something.
Pherna knew she had to warn Prince Khane that Prince Eyrin was digging into his identity.
As she turned to leave, her bodyguard asked, "Are we not going to see Master K?" Pherna replied, "Change of plan," and headed towards the door.
But Prince Eyrin's hand, grasping the hilt of his sword, blocked her path. "Where are you going?" he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.
Pherna courtesied, trying to hide her unease. "I must return to my father, Your Highness. He will worry if I'm late."
Prince eyrin looked at her, noticing every detail of her, and then he placed his hand on his arm behind him. "A girl with white hair with a cold body and skin as white as snow was born in Tamil state.
At birth, a prophecy said you might be a reincarnation of the heavenly ice phoenix.
Daughter of the general that resides in Tamil state, Didastimon And if I may be correct, are your lady Phera Didastimon?".
"Replying to your highness, I am Lady Pherna, she said in a soft voice.
Prince Eyrin raised an eyebrow and then looked away, looking outside. "Your portrait was one of the ones given to me to choose a wife.
It was among the beauties portraits of the kingdom.".
He paused, then continued as he turned his head back to her. "When I saw your portrait among the beauties, I asked about you.
They told me about your birth. And then I said, "He said, as he walked to her until he was Inchies away from her, and then he placed his hand on her chin and raised her face up forcefully.
Prince Eyrin's gaze swept over Pherna, taking in every detail. He placed his hand on the hand behind him, his expression unreadable. "A girl with white hair and a cold body was born in Tamil state," he said.
"A prophecy claimed she might be the reincarnation of the heavenly phoenix. Daughter of General Didastimon, I believe you are Lady Phera Didastimon?"
"Replying to Your Highness, I am Lady Pherna," Pherna said softly.
Prince Eyrin raised an eyebrow, then looked away, gazing out the shop "Your portrait was among those presented to me as potential wives.
I asked about you and learned of your birth prophecy." He turned back to her, his eyes narrowing.
"And then I said to myself after looking at your portrait again."
" Nonsense!, and your father's desperation to make you special was disgusting."
As he stepped closer, and he grasped Pherna's chin, forcing her face up and bringing her face close to himself. "I saw you as a child at a palace banquet when I was just a commander's son. Your father wanted you to marry Prince Khane, didn't he? How ambitious.
Even after the former royal family fell, he still sought to make you a princess. In your wildest dreams," Prince Eyrin spat, his grip on her chin tightening.
Prince Eyrin scoffed, his expression disdainful. "Not only is your beauty overrated, but the reincarnation story is rubbish. Reincarnation of a heavenly ice Phoenix? Your father and the prophet are either cocky or fools. Perhaps your father fabricated the prophecy himself."
He released his grip on her chin, his eyes piercing. "I suspect you were about to warn that defiant commoner that I'm investigating his identity. Are you close to him?"
Lady Pherna tried to maintain her composure despite the prince's insults.
"Replying to Your Highness, I was indeed going home to meet—" she began, but Prince Eyrin's sudden slap cut her off
She fell to the ground, yelping in pain as her hand instinctively rose to her face. Her bodyguard instinctively moved to help her but froze, powerless against the prince's authority.
Lady Pherna removed her hand from her face, glancing up at Prince Eyrin before quickly looking away, her eyes welling up with tears. The prince's behavior was exactly as people had described – cruel and ruthless.
Prince Eyrin crouched down beside Lady Phera, his fingers tracing her hair with a curious gentleness. But in an instant, his demeanor changed. He grasped her hair, yanking her head up to face him. His grip was excruciating, and Lady Pherna fought back tears.
"Do I look like a fool to you? How dare you treat me like one!" Prince Eyrin's eyes blazed with anger, his voice low and menacing. "I overheard your conversation from the other chamber. You mentioned Khailian and Arnin. What do you know? Speak now!"
Lady Pherna's gaze met Prince Eyrin's, her eyes burning with hatred,She refused to answer.
Prince Eyrin's attention shifted to her cheek, still red from his earlier slap. He released her hair, standing up slowly.
"I won't waste my time on you. You'll remain here until I release you. Let's wait," Prince Eyrin said, walking to a wooden chair and sitting down. Lady Pherna's bodyguard helped her into a chair, and they waited in silence until evening.
The shop remained empty, with no customers daring to enter due to the prince's presence. As evening fell, Palov and two cultivators arrived. Upon seeing Prince Eyrin, Palov nodded, and the prince stood up. He exited the shop with the other cultivators, leaving Lady Pherna behind.
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Immortal Elyon walked on the streets of Tamil, his eyes fixed on the closed doors of Master K Shop. The wind blew his hair as he placed his index finger on his forehead, and visions of the past unfolded before him like a tapestry.
He saw Prince Eyrin's arrival, his cold gaze sweeping the shop like a winter storm. He saw how prince khane acted and also saw Lady Pherna's defiance, her spirit unbroken despite the prince's cruelty. Then lastly he saw when they went out.
"It looks like he really lost his memory," Elyon said to himself, his voice barely above a whisper. "And I also can't believe that this is the person Eyrin has become. And for some reason, he looks familiar..."
As the visions faded, Elyon's eyes darted at another street"Instead of looking for Prince Khane, I'll look for the young man called Arnin," he decided aloud.
"As I can't be involved in mortal affairs, Arnin must help out, and I know just how to remove that fear from him."
With a swift motion, he turned and vanished into the night, leaving behind only the faintest whisper of his presence.