Stately as the pine-heralded wind, dignified yet unhurried. A stark contrast to the drenched Ji Ge, resembling a bedraggled fowl.
He took leisurely steps to stand before Ji Ge, slightly lifting the umbrella, casting an indifferent glance over him. His lips parted slightly—to see the chill within his bones.
"Seventh Prince, what a sorry state."
Ji Ge: "..."
Are you even human?
But in the end, he lowered his voice, "Father is in a towering rage; best not to walk into the line of fire."
"I arrived in Imperial Censor Shu's carriage, and now I can't return. Have Ji Qing take me back."
Upon hearing this, Cui Yun's gaze fell upon the dripping hem of his robe. Sensing his scrutiny, Ji Ge followed his gaze.
Instantly, a lump formed in his throat.
Disdainful, aren't you!
Don't think I can't see it!
As he was about to say more, a eunuch from the imperial study hurried over.
