Fengyu handed the sandalwood box to Zhang Da. Following closely behind them like a tail was Han Ziqi. Fengyu and Xie Xun exchanged a glance, both equally puzzled.
Fengyu struck up a casual conversation with him, "Princely Heir, you're the heir to Sangnan. The King of Sangnan truly trusts you, letting you venture into Yanyang's territory—negotiating trade with the court, discussing business deals here in West State. You certainly are a busy man."
"Although I have over a dozen brothers, none of them are capable, nor do they dare to enter Yanyang. Father can only rely on me to undertake this arduous journey—what other choice do I have? It's difficult to go against one's father's orders, and besides, with so many beauties in Yanyang, naturally I don't mind coming and going." Han Ziqi's gaze fell on Fengyu's unparalleled face, and he couldn't help but marvel at the wonder of creation.
"Perfection!"
