"My father, he is truly... quite entertaining!"
Lu Xuan stood with his hands behind his back in front of the dilapidated gate of Qianfu Town, a mocking smirk at the corner of his mouth.
He raised his hand, pointing to the paper lanterns inside the town that moved without wind, his voice carrying a biting coldness.
"Such obvious ghostly mischief, and yet as the Crown Prince, I have to personally walk into danger..."
Lu Xuan suddenly let out a light laugh, "Could it be... that he's already senile?"
As soon as the words fell, the iron armor of the three imperial guards behind Lu Xuan emitted a screeching sound.
The sound of gears turning came from beneath Lu Yi's helmet, Lu Er pressed both hands on his sword hilt, and Lu San suddenly breathed heavily.
These cold killing machines, at this moment, exhibited emotional fluctuations only humans could have because of Lu Xuan's words.
"Crown Prince..."
