Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, several decades passed. Little Prince Ruishu had grown into a young man of fifteen or sixteen by human standards. His face was enchantingly handsome, with fair skin, sharp facial contours, and a striking, angular bone structure. At a glance, he radiated even more of a cold, unapproachable aloofness than Xiangliu. Between his brows, one could occasionally catch a glimpse of the steady, formidable solemnity that Cang Xuan had possessed back when he ruled as the King of Xiyan.
It was also in that year that the little prince moved out of the Prince's Mansion and into the residence that Xiaoyao had prepared for him in the auxiliary city beside New City.
On the one hand, the boy was truly independent and precocious, with a very detached and quiet temperament. He disliked commotion and simply preferred spending his days peacefully reading by himself. On the other hand, he simply could not bear his great mother acting all lovey-dovey with his father at every turn. Often, upon returning to the mansion, he would find his mother sitting on his father's lap, her arms wrapped around his neck as she whispered sweet nothings. The little prince often muttered complaints to himself: Is Father a nine-headed snake too? He is the Demon King, yet day in and day out, he sits smilingly holding Mother, as if he could never look at her enough. I really can't stand those two!
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