The man looked affectionately at the sleeping ice-cold beauty in his arms, with an endless tenderness in his ocean-deep blue eyes.
At the same time.
Beside them were two long lines of royal palace mercenaries, dressed in uniform dark black uniforms, wearing white gloves, saluting the two with hands raised to their heads.
"Prince Xiao, welcome back!"
A middle-aged man with a medal on his shoulder marched forward to the man, bent his knee, and performed an exceptionally profound ceremony.
"Mm."
The man answered faintly through his nostrils and continued walking forward without stopping.
Step by step.
Each step was sonorous.
His demeanor was vibrant.
The surrounding air seemed to freeze, and no one dared to move.
He steadily held the cold-faced beauty in his arms, reaching the end of the line, where a luxurious royal palace vehicle was parked.
The driver on the car awaited there, opening the car door and bowing, "Welcome back to the country, Prince Xiao."
"Mm."
