The tension in the ruined hall had not yet settled when another figure slowly walked inside. His footsteps were calm and steady, as if the chaos around him meant nothing at all.
It was the Second Prince, Hu Lieyuan.
The moment the young boy saw him, his body visibly stiffened. A faint shiver ran through him, and he immediately lowered his head. For once, he stopped talking completely.
Hu Lieyuan's eyes briefly swept across the open area. His gaze paused on Xing Luoye's injured body, then on Feng Yanshen and Han Soi, before finally settling on Yue Yue.
A gentle smile appeared on his face.
He walked toward her with elegant steps, as if they were meeting at a peaceful garden instead of a battlefield.
"Lady Yue Yue," he said softly. "We meet again."
His voice sounded warm and polite. Slowly, he extended his hand toward her, intending to take her hand in his like a courteous noble greeting an old acquaintance.
But Yue Yue immediately stepped back.
