Ji Mingyaun watched Eunuch Shen's hands casually fall on Liang Chen's shoulders—how he held his hand and let him fall into his embrace with so much ease and comfort. His fingers clenched around the railings so hard his knuckles turned white.
"Yes. Taking over from Kang-mi is best. After the Festival of Colors, I will have to head to the northern borders to see for myself what's going on there, and Kang-mi is more familiar with the routes."
Archen nodded. "Okay, my prince." He bowed and, without delay, took a step back and let his master continue with his angry stares.
Ji Mingyaun watched Liang Chen for an hour. Every touch, every smile, smiles that had never been directed at him, were given to another man. By the time Eunuch Shen and Liang Chen left the garden, someone had already turned white like foil paper.
