Watching his Prince strolling along with such unhurried ease, Feng Lan could not help offering a reminder: "Your Highness, illusory though the pursuit of longevity may be, we cannot afford to treat this assignment so casually..."
"Who knows, perhaps one day His Majesty will take a dislike to me and bestow upon me a cup of poisoned wine. If I haven't even had the time to properly look upon this mortal world, wouldn't I be the one who loses out?" Prince Anyang cared not a whit, continuing to meander through the forest at his leisurely pace. "If you are tired, there is a pavilion ahead; let us go sit for a while."
With that, he led Feng Lan toward the pavilion.
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