The noise made people feel irritated and chaotic.
Until the black and gold girl spoke: "Are you satisfied now?"
The chattering ceased.
The Prince stared foolishly at the golden curse spreading throughout the Royal Palace, without surprise, anger, or any sense of incredulity.
Quiet, as if everything was as it should be.
After a long time, upon hearing Zi Yuan's inquiry, he finally closed his eyes.
A gust of wind lifted the petals, now feeling like needles, sweeping past, accompanied by a dense, piercing pain.
As the corners of his mouth couldn't help but droop, the Prince stubbornly tugged at his lips.
Desperately pulling out a smile.
Knowing well that it would hurt when the needle pierced the skin, he prepared himself mentally to endure the pain, to withstand the agony.
But when the stabbing actually happened, all preparations seemed pale and powerless.
