Outside the underworld, the King's Mansion.
One day above, a year below; for Chen Yi, more than twenty days had passed, but for the King's Mansion, it was merely the break of dawn where the sky revealed a faint fish-belly white.
The Prince's eldest son Yin Xing had gone missing.
The news was spread by the nanny who cared for the Prince's eldest son, and then it reached some gossiping servants. Gradually, it made its way to the King's ears.
"Xing Ge'er is missing?"
The King furrowed his aging brows deeply, his fingertips anxiously rubbing the cloud-patterned robe, his expression puzzled and dark.
The Princess arrived gracefully, carrying a tea bowl, and gently comforted him:
"Perhaps he has gone somewhere to play."
The King's brows remained tightly furrowed as he murmured:
"No, something feels off. It doesn't seem like he's out fooling around."
