Ye Chutang looked over curiously in the direction of the voice. The curtain of the opposing carriage had been lifted, revealing a handsome and refined face.
He was a young man of about sixteen or seventeen, fair-skinned and slender. He looked as if he hadn't seen the sun in a long time; his complexion was extremely pale and his thin frame exuded an air of frailty.
However, this did not hide his striking, well-defined features, especially his hazel eyes, which were as clear and hazy as amber.
'That face…'
Ye Chutang narrowed her eyes slightly and spoke with some uncertainty:
"Prince Jing?"
Upon hearing this, the joy on the young man's face faded, replaced by a visible sense of unease and awkwardness.
"Ms. Aye, are you upset that I didn't tell you my real identity before? I had my reasons back then. Please don't be angry with me, alright?"
Ye Chutang: "…"
'Was she angry?'
'From start to finish, hadn't she just been confirming his identity?'
