Prince Xiao and the others watched as the fifth prince and his companions entered the hall, the smiles on their faces nearly faltered, their eyes flickering.
In the blink of an eye, the fifth prince and the others have grown up. How old is he this year, eleven or twelve? By tradition, he'd be considered thirteen or fourteen, wouldn't he?
At this age, he has grown into a fine young man, the legitimate son of the Emperor, praised by the scholars in the study room. If cultivated for a few years and holding the position of the legitimate heir, wouldn't he...
Prince Xiao pinched his fingertips, feeling a kind of itch in his heart. He turned his head and saw Prince Zhou looking at him. The two exchanged a glance, understanding unspoken, and then each looked away.
