The Crown Prince reached out and snatched back his jade pendant. Knowing that Zhao Yan must have heard something, he chuckled with a languid sneer. "I hunt in the mountains often; surely I’m not afraid of a few wild sparrows pecking at my eyes?" He tilted his head to glance at Weimo, who was following behind him. "Isn't Third Brother doing just fine? How do you know I can't manage?"
Zhao Yan suddenly leaned in close and whispered, "The dead soldier of yours has been locked in my secret chamber for quite some time. Why have you been in no hurry to send anyone to find him?"
The Crown Prince, previously leaning back, suddenly sat bolt upright, startling the radiant palace maid beside him into a soft cry. He was about to speak, but the Fourth Prince tugged on his sleeve.
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