Chen Rui clenched his fists tightly, his nails nearly piercing into his palms. His gaze was sharp as a knife, and his chest heaved violently with anger.
He paid no attention to his surroundings, only striding forward as if this could unleash the fury burning within him.
After walking out of the palace gates, his face remained gloomy, filled with resentment towards the guards and anxiety over his predicament.
Outside the palace gates, he swung his hand furiously, as if trying to fling away all his anger, then quickened his pace and left without looking back.
After Chen Rui's figure disappeared into the distance, the guards finally dared to relax slightly.
They exchanged cautious glances, and then one guard muttered softly, "Isn't he just someone with a bit of status? Look at him acting all high and mighty, thinking he's really something."
