If it weren't for the fact that I couldn't win...
Helian Zhaotu also noticed him, even nodded with a smile before turning to walk into the room for rehearsals.
Yuwen Ze maintained his etiquette and watched the Prince leave. But as he looked at Helian Zhaotu's back, he suddenly recalled a description—
"That man has a grand appearance, clear eyebrows and eyes, upright and handsome. He's about your height, but a bit thinner than you."
...
...
"Brother Jiang! Brother Jiang!"
Yuwen Ze ran excitedly into Minhe Temple, his braided hair fluttering.
In the courtyard where the Qi Country's envoy resided, two hundred Sky-covering Army soldiers were practicing sword skills—usually, when on such envoy missions, once settled in the locale, except for necessary defense personnel, others would take turns exploring and enjoying the exotic culture.
This was customary.
Jiang Wang did not restrict them, allowing them the freedom to move around.
