The slight rustle of Chen Ying's dark jade gown against the stone floor was minimal, but Yang Muchen's sharp senses picked it up instantly.
He turned his head away from his conversation partner, his cold, commanding aura immediately softening the moment his dark eyes locked onto her. Without a word to the person beside him, he stepped away and walked briskly across the courtyard to greet her.
"Yingying," Yang Muchen murmured, his voice low, his eyes scanning her face to ensure she was unharmed after the morning's travel.
Walking a half-step behind him was the very same familiar figure Chen Ying had spotted from the corridor: Yang Zixuan.
Stripped of his elaborate crown prince wardrobe from 'The Jade Phoenix', Yang Zixuan looked remarkably sharp in a tailored, dark charcoal suit.
