"After receiving the definitive news, Bi Xuan led his troops away. Before leaving, he executed Duan Yuheng."
As the Crown Prince's voice faded, the entire room fell into a dead silence.
Zeng Anmin let out a slow breath. For some reason, he thought of Hu Zi's expectant gaze.
"How am I supposed to explain it to him when I get back?" he thought. "Should I tell him his father is a traitor to the sages?"
"I see. Thank you for clearing that up, Your Highness." Zeng Anmin slowly exhaled again, a faint smile touching his lips.
"You're being too formal, Quan Fu. From now on, when we're out and about, just call me Ju Xian." It was rare for the Little Fatty Crown Prince to see a smile on Zeng Anmin's face; for a moment, he actually felt a bit flattered.
"Ju Xian... alright." Zeng Anmin patted the Crown Prince's shoulder, his voice soft. "We're friends from now on. Let's go. We'll eat together."
