Shen Hao took his leave and soon vanished into the narrow alley where the tavern was located.
Yang Shu lingered for a while, his expression gloomy as he sipped his wine in small gulps.
The shop assistant and shopkeeper nearby did not dare utter a single word. They often saw Yang Shu, but never realized that this seemingly amiable man was actually a prince!
After drinking half a pot of wine, Yang Shu finally rose and left the tavern, the gloom on his face fading away.
Just as he stepped out of the alley, Yang Shu raised his hand, and after a few breaths, two disguised guards hurried up to him.
"Your Highness."
"From now on, don't stay so far away. Keep closer."
"Ah? Understood, Your Highness."
The blade aura that had been so close just now deeply jarred Yang Shu's nerves. Even now, remembering it made his scalp tingle. He swore never again to let his guards stray too far from him.
