"Prince?!" someone squeaked, their voice cracking like a cheap plate dropped on stone.
The royal family? Already? Faces turned pale, guts shriveling faster than a eunuch in winter.
Su Xiaobai raised an eyebrow. Prince? Wei Jun wants the star fragment? That wasn't in the damn script. What's next, Bai Yujian herself showing up to recite poetry and demand tea?
Not that it didn't track. Zhu Qing had spilled all about the celestial star fragment. Star Qi—rare, potent, and hyped harder than a brothel with free drinks. It could forge weapons, make pills, or give those pompous alchemists something else to jerk themselves off about. A treasure like this? It could flip cities upside down.
Even Wei Jun, the lady boy of the royal family, couldn't resist licking his chops for it.
