Chapter 15: The Third Prince

Your Highness.

The most extraordinary figure in the Great Huanguang Dynasty.

The divine resistance that broke through the tenth stage of martial energy ten years ago.

A legendary figure only heard of in the words of the elders.

Murong Hanbing!

It is rumored that his swordsmanship is unparalleled. At the age of twelve, he single-handedly challenged the eight major sects of the martial arts world, causing a sensation.

But he is aloof and indifferent, never interacting with others. His residence has very few servants.

Yet he is followed by eighteen shadows, each with extraordinary skills, and their whereabouts are mysterious.

He is the most favored prince by the emperor!

People say that if it weren't for the crown prince, the throne would have been his long ago.

Unfortunately, tradition dictates the order of seniority.

That's why the Great Huanguang Dynasty has yet to appoint a crown prince...

"Third brother, what are you doing here?" Murong Changhai puffed up his cheeks, but his face was full of surprise.

Murong Hanbing's eyes lifted slightly, his voice calm and unruffled: "Passing by."

"Oh, oh, oh." Murong Changhai smiled brightly and pulled Murong Hanbing over. "Third brother, you must be here to see Sister Taiyan, right?"

At these words, Taiyan's pretty face blushed and she lowered her head, looking like a budding lotus.

But Murong Hanbing furrowed his brow in confusion, his expression serious. "Who is that?"

Suddenly!

Taiyan's face turned pale in an instant, her hands tightly gripping her handkerchief, tears glistening in her eyes as she looked at Murong Hanbing.

Seeing this, Murong Changhai quickly intervened, "Third brother, why do you always forget people's names? Do you not even know who the ministers are, apart from us brothers?"

"Uh-huh." Murong Hanbing sat down, lazily propping up his chin with one hand, and nonchalantly sipping the warm tea handed to him by one of the shadows.

Murong Changhai shrugged at Taiyan, as if to say, "See?"

Only then did color return to Taiyan's face, and she was about to speak.

But just as she was about to, Murong Hanbing suddenly turned his head and beckoned to Meikaishao, his low, seductive voice carrying a hint of enchantment, "Come here..."

Huh?

Meikaishao felt like she must have misheard, or perhaps misunderstood.

How could the Seventh Prince, whom she had never met before, be asking her to come over?

And what was that tone of voice?

Was he calling a cat or a dog?

Meikaishao narrowed her eyes slightly, not moving an inch.

On the other hand, Murong Changhai looked at Meikaishao in astonishment, as if he wanted to see through her.

What on earth was going on?

His brother, who hadn't spoken a word in years, was actually speaking up for this crazy woman?

This was truly strange.

He reached out to tap his own head, convinced that he must be dreaming!

Taiyan's heart sank even further, and her gaze towards Meikaishao was more terrifying and venomous than ever!

[End of this chapter]