The image of the Crown Prince, once deified in the hearts of the people, suddenly plummeted.
Ying Xiu, by nature sensitive, could easily sense the subtle changes in the crowd's gaze and atmosphere. He glared angrily at Baili An, gritting his teeth even harder: "Stop pretending to be ignorant with me. Tell me! Are you really...?"
"Are you really what?" Baili An seemed unwilling to hear what he might say next, his face gradually losing patience: "Crown Prince, please do not disturb my reading."
Ying Xiu came to his senses, forcibly swallowing the words back down his throat. He glanced gloomily around, thinking this matter concerned his father's honor and his own status, and must not be revealed to outsiders.
An outsider from beyond the mountains, just entering the Sword Pavilion, could absolutely not possess such unbelievably fast reading ability without having long soaked in these books and classics.
