Yan Xiaobao anticipated that the main castle would be filled with people of various races, servants, guards, priests, and commoners, working together to build a kingdom and solve its problems. However, to his utter astonishnt, he found the place completely deserted; not even a single servant was visible as they moved deeper into the inner regions of the castle.
The further they ventured into the castle, the more extravagant the decorations beca. Preachers appeared sporadically, but upon spotting the servant leading Yan Xiaobao, they all hurried away. Their heads lowered, and their eyes dared not et the strangers traversing the empty corridors.
These preachers were important figures within the kingdom, esteed in status, yet they behaved as if frightened like mice. None displayed their usual arrogance. Witnessing this, Yan Xiaobao felt puzzled. What had the Royal Family done to provoke such a reaction from everyone?
After reaching the castle’s innermost area, the servant headed straight toward the castle’s core. He advanced to the Throne Room—Sun Kingdom’s chamber for discussions of top-secret matters concerning state affairs. Outsiders were rarely allowed into this room unless they were part of significant diplomatic delegations from other nations.
Even though it was a room where the most confidential information was exchanged, the servant did not hesitate, striding confidently to the imnse door crafted from heavy wood, intricately engraved with dragons. He knocked forcefully.
A hush fell over the corridor, and Yan Xiaobao stood still, awaiting what would unfold. Soon, the door creaked open. Inside the Throne Room, Yan Xiaobao imdiately spotted the Third Prince, with two other young n by his side. One of them was soone Yan Xiaobao instantly recognized from a banquet he had attended on a prior visit, while the other bore a striking resemblance; he conjectured that this was the First Prince, the one he had never t before.
The three princes stood on one side of the enormous Throne Room, while about a dozen elders—clearly priests—were fervently engaged in discussing critical matters. On the throne sat an elderly man who looked exceedingly bored, his expression utterly indifferent to the opposing factions’ deliberations as if he did not care about the subject at hand.
Beside the King stood a woman who made Yan Xiaobao instinctively take a deep breath. Without question, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever encountered. Her long black hair shimred with the light from pale stones embedded in the walls behind her. Her eyes resembled those of a Phoenix; entirely black like the sky on a moonless night, they were unfathomably deep, and when she looked at you, it felt as though she could peer straight into your soul.
The King sat on a modest throne, leaning slightly to one side, revealing her astonishingly narrow waist. It was so slender that Yan Xiaobao imagined he could embrace it effortlessly, with space to spare. Her skin was porcelain white. Looking at this woman, despite Wang Julong’s beauty, Yan Xiaobao understood they were worlds apart. This woman seed like an angel descended from the heavens.
While Yan Xiaobao was struck speechless by the beauty of the kingdom’s sole princess, his face betrayed no such emotion; instead, he cast a discerning glance around the room before fixing his gaze on the Third Prince. By now, Yan Xiaobao had mastered the art of controlling his emotions and expressions. He had witnessed many extraordinary things—it was truly rare for sothing to appear shocking enough to register visibly on his face.
As Yan Xiaobao stepped into the hall, everyone halted their discussions and turned their heads to observe the individual who had interrupted them. But as soon as the young man ca into view behind the door, the expressions on their faces transford entirely, shifting from the brightness of day to the darkness of night.
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