The right leg was crossed, the left leg hanging down as he sat on the stone bed, appearing just like any wealthy young man from the Parthian Empire. Beside him, a maid filled his cup with wine, as he gently toyed with the coarse pottery bowl in his hand, the pale green strong wine swaying within.
In front of him, a few men knelt.
One of them held a redwood tray in both hands, within it was a bright yellow silk, atop which rested a seal, depicting a crouching tiger. The middle-aged man holding the royal seal bowed his head deeply, speaking respectfully:
"Reporting to the king, the royal seal is here."
The Second Prince gently put down the wine bowl in his hand, grasped the royal seal with his left hand, and pressed it deeply onto the bright yellow silk, leaving a red seal mark. At this moment, the pure color of the seal ink seemed to carry an indelible scent of blood.
