He Lianfang watched Zhao Yao's retreating figure, a look of helplessness and affection he himself didn't realize showing in his eyes.
After Zhao Yao ran out of the study, he saw someone from the Dark Guard Camp coming to find him. He pulled them into another room, "Did you find out?"
The person from the Dark Guard Camp replied respectfully, "We did."
Zhao Yao asked, "Is it Prime Minister He, or Grandmaster Liu, or perhaps one of the four Great Generals?"
"None of them, Your Highness."
"None of them?" Zhao Yao wore a face of disbelief, "Really, how is that possible?"
The person from the Dark Guard Camp said, "Your Highness, your future Princess Han comes from commoner origins."
"What did you say?" Zhao Yao doubted he'd heard correctly, "Say that again."
"Your Highness, your future bride is a commoner, a villager from Xiao Village outside the capital."
"What?" Zhao Yao heard it clearly this time, but he still had an expression of disbelief, "A Xiao Village villager?"
