"Then let's go." All Jinrong wanted now was to cling tightly to Prince Fu, not letting him out of sight, so how could he let him avoid this? At that moment, his arm did not loosen, and he followed Prince Fu's steps.
Prince Fu's face went rigid. What was going on with Jinrong pulling and tugging at him like this? If they entered the harem and swords were really drawn, perhaps he might end up implicated due to Jinrong's pulling.
And looking at it this way, Jinrong not only noticed something was wrong but also directly suspected him.
Their brothers had never been this close, but now Jinrong was throwing an arm around his shoulder, refusing to let go. Was he planning to keep him by his side as a shield?
Prince Fu plastered a gentle smile on his face: "Imperial Brother, we are going to see Imperial Father, you see, behaving like this is quite undignified and would unnecessarily displease Imperial Father."
