He naturally considered far more than a mere East Palace Guard ever would.
"And how did the Crown Prince find out about that eatery?" Li Yun asked.
The guard recounted everything in detail.
A proprietress from the West Market had set up a stall at the gates of the Imperial College. It was the kind of thing they could find out with a casual inquiry.
"So, you're saying the Crown Prince went to that eatery today, and it's run by a woman?" Li Yun asked.
"Yes."
Li Yun's eyes narrowed, a cold glint flashing through them.
As his father, the Emperor, he might not have understood the Crown Prince's temperament completely, but he knew at least eighty or ninety percent of it.
Though only a five-year-old child, he was stubborn, obstinate, and unyielding once his mind was made up.
Li Yun found it truly difficult to believe that the person who could make his son disregard all rules just to see them was merely an ordinary eatery owner.
