"Prince?!" The Princess Consort of King Xiang gazed at the man before her with a dazed expression, struggling to stand up before naturally kneeling down.
It was as if all of this had been engraved in her very bones. The moment she saw this face, she found herself accustomed to it.
But in that instant of kneeling, her expression momentarily regained clarity. Her face turned ashen, a mad glint flashed in her eyes, and she shrieked menacingly, "You're courting death, how dare you disguise yourself as him?"
'Xiang Yuan' merely stood silently in place, a complex expression in his nightly eyes as he watched her madness, her hysteria, her screams, yet remained bound in place.
"Do you think anyone would dare to impersonate King Xiang and appear in such a freakish, ghostly form?"
'Xiang Yuan' displayed a look of mockery, "Who else but you, vile woman, would know?"
