In the evening, flames of cloud appeared in the sky, painting the heavens in a blaze of vibrant colors.
Under the setting sun, Prince NanAn rode back on horseback.
A brilliant smile lit up his face, as handsome as ever.
Seeing the gleaming smile on Prince NanAn's face, a trace of sympathy flashed across the gatekeeping servant's face.
If His Highness knew that the Prince and Princess Consort were preparing a betrothal gift for him, he definitely wouldn't be smiling.
Prince NanAn leapt off his horse, and the servant quickly came to take the reins, only to be lifted by the collar by Prince NanAn while descending the steps.
The servant, "…"
"Your Highness, I didn't provoke you," the servant pleaded for mercy.
"Don't play innocent. What was that look you just gave me?" Prince NanAn asked.
He might not know all the other servants, but he was very familiar with these gatekeeping ones.
How dare they look at him with sympathy.
