Wei Ling stood frozen, his eyes darting between Zhao Yan and Hua Jing.
He felt a shiver run down his spine as he took in the scene before him.
The prince's eyes were unmistakably soft, a look he had never seen before.
Goosebumps formed on Wei Ling's arms as his mind raced.
What exactly had transpired between these two in the past few hours?
Wei Ling had known Zhao Yan for years.
He had stood by his side through six marriages.
Yet, not once had any of the prince's wives ever elicited such a gaze from him.
This was different.
The prince had always been composed, reserved, and detached.
Now, there was a warmth in his eyes that was utterly foreign to Wei Ling.
The realization unsettled him.
What was it about Hua Jing?
He turned his gaze to her, studying her intently.
She was loud, opinionated, and didn't seem to care about etiquette or the rules that bound noble ladies.
