In the distance.
Lu Yunwan watched the scene, a cold smile on his face as he toyed with the ring on his plump finger. He gave the two of them a disdainful look before turning his attention back to the palace dancers' performance.
King Chu, Lu Guangyao, drank sullenly, paying no attention. He had secluded himself in his residence for a full year, seemingly filled with self-loathing. He felt guilty for failing the soldiers and brothers-in-arms who had believed in him, and he remained trapped in that shadow, unable to move on.
Meanwhile, Lu Yunhuang's gaze was calm and unruffled. As usual, no one paid him any mind.
But no one noticed that deep within his pupils, the scrutinizing gaze of another person would occasionally surface. For a fleeting moment, the aura in his eyes was not Lu Yunhuang's own.
Though only a few words had been exchanged, the reactions of the various Princes were all taken in by the envoys from the many Dynasties.
