In the capital city, the study room of the Prince Wei Mansion is filled with a suffocating cold pressure.
Wei Yan and Wei Jian kneel on the ground, their backs already drenched in cold sweat.
Prince Wei sits upright at the desk, head lowered, earnestly reading the memorial in hand, as if unaware of Wei Yan and Wei Jian kneeling beside him.
Wei Jian and Wei Yan have been kneeling for a while now, but they dare not make a sound, dare not disturb Lord Wei, who is emanating a chilling aura.
Prince Wei's skin is fair, his appearance excessively charming, even somewhat delicate. Usually, he wears a gentle smile, giving an impression of warmth, but those who know him a little understand that his affability is a façade. The pressure he emits is completely at odds with his appearance.
Wei Yan and Wei Jian would rather be reprimanded by Lord Wei than endure his silent wrath while kneeling.
