A faint fragrance, Sang Zhi's scent, tickled Ye Qianning's nose. She couldn't help but nuzzle into his chest, settling into a more comfortable position before drifting into a deep sleep.
Sang Zhi's eyes softened, brimming with an almost liquid tenderness.
The sight made the other men in the cave stare wide-eyed.
'This kid is definitely up to no good,' Zhan Chi thought.
'Once we're off this mountain, I have to stop the Eighth Prince from seeing my daughter,' Gu Shuo resolved.
Qian Fanji didn't know the full story, but he could tell that the Eighth Prince was the reason the little girl had nearly lost her life. The Eighth Prince might not be like the other princes...
...but when it came to royalty, who could ever be certain?
People change quickly for the sake of power.
He would never allow Ye Qianning to become a sacrificial pawn in a struggle for power.
The red-robed man lowered his gaze, his dangerously charming eyes hiding his thoughts.
