The midsummer heat in Ningdu was stifling, with waves of hot air rolling through the city.
Inside the main courtyard of the Zhennan Prince's Estate, the constant, layered chirping of cicadas grated on the nerves. Yao Sichen had been sitting in the main hall for an hour, fine beads of sweat trickling down his chiseled profile.
"Your Highness, the Prince asks that you wait a little longer," the steward reported for the third time. His voice was laced with caution, and his back was hunched even lower than usual.
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