Yanjing,
Royal Mansion;
Lingxiang stepped forward proactively to help Chengjue wear his court attire.
Having just shed the innocence of girlhood, she exuded a watery charm, her brows and eyes seemed to brew an appropriately gentle spring water temperament.
Chengjue half-closed his eyes, propping up his arms, thoroughly enjoying the moment.
"Isn't it grandmother's birthday soon?"
Grandmother refers to Fengxin, one of the Lok Family, who was once the current emperor's wet nurse.
One of her sons, Lok Bing, though just a low-profile officer within the governmental offices, appears to have been afforded favors due to a bond between milk brothers with the emperor.
But in truth…
Chengjue knew well that in his father's hands, beyond the apparent Spy Bureau, there was another organization, even more loyal and pure, hidden beneath its ranks.
The person responsible for that organization might very well be his father's wet nurse's son.
