Yang Ming calmly clasped his hands behind his back and walked toward the rest area.
He appeared just like a mysterious martial arts master.
The Second Prince instinctively followed behind Yang Ming, his eyes filled with surprise, shock, and even a hint of nervousness.
Until Yang Ming had another afternoon tea with him and left in that beast of a hover car, the Second Prince couldn't quite regain his composure.
Something didn't seem quite right.
The Second Prince kept pondering.
Until Emilia left after playing with him until evening, until his guarded old father had his routine phone call with him, until he soaked in the shallow pool of distillate water, enjoying the meticulous and gentle service of his personal maiden attendants...
A shiver ran through the Second Prince, and he suddenly grasped the crux of the matter.
Shouldn't it be the Prince trying to recruit Yang Ming?
Oh! My God!
