At this moment, in the Third Prince Mansion in the Capital City.
In the main hall of the Lingbo Courtyard,
a grand lacquered chair carved with dragons was placed, and sitting upon it was a man.
He had a formidable physique, wearing a long purple robe and a matching golden belt, hair tied up with a golden crown. His eyes were sharp, though his eye corners had quite a few wrinkles.
This was the Third Prince, Prince An.
He was in his early thirties, with a square face, sharp eyes under his vertical brows, a hooked nose, and a mustache—his appearance fierce and menacing.
After a while, a silent shadow knelt down on the ground.
"Dead."
Though sparing with words, it clearly expressed the point—this was the basic requirement of Prince An's Hidden Guard.
The Hidden Guard, dressed in black, revealed only a pair of gloomy eyes devoid of any emotion.
