Shen Wei wrapped herself in a cloak: "I was boating with Moxun."
Prince Wu remained rooted to the spot, frozen.
Even Li Yuanjing noticed his odd behavior, his hawk-like gaze settling on Prince Wu.
Prince Wu's knees weakened. The imposing middle-aged man before him, with his sharp, deep-set features, was none other than the former emperor of Qing State—the very man who had once suffocated Donglin under his might!
Just standing near him made Prince Wu's legs tremble with fear. He stammered out a greeting: "Prince Wu of Donglin pays his respects to the Grand Imperial Majesty..."
Li Yuanjing asked, "What is it?"
Just two words, yet they carried an overwhelming pressure. Prince Wu shrank back, feeling as if he had stumbled into a den of wolves, scrutinized by its alpha. One misstep, and he'd be dead.
"Nothing... just..." Prince Wu stuttered.
Suddenly, a voice called out from nearby: "Your Highness! Ah, finally found you!"
