Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
"What’s going on? Yan’er, what are you doing?"
A clear voice rang out, and everyone couldn’t help but look toward the speaker.
A luxurious carriage stopped not far away, and a slender, fair hand lifted the curtain, revealing a breathtakingly beautiful face.
Everyone’s breath caught, and some even exclaimed in surprise, "Prince Yu!"
Instantly, they all knelt down in unison.
Prince Ling didn’t expect it to be him!
"Greetings, Eleventh Imperial Uncle!" No matter how reluctant, Prince Ling had to release Han Jing’s neck and pay his respects.
Those who had lived in Hanjing City for a long time knew that in the Capital City, besides the Emperor, there were two people whom no one dared to provoke. One was Princess Yi Huang, the Emperor’s sister, and the other was the Emperor’s youngest brother, the Eleventh Prince, Prince Yu, Su Yu!
No matter who or what it involved, when it was related to these two, there was no point in discussing right or wrong, as before these two, nothing mattered but their word. Whatever they said, that was the truth!
However, Su Yu never interfered in others’ business, and Prince Ling couldn’t imagine he would meddle today by stopping his carriage at his gate!
Prince Ling’s lowered face was as dark as it could get!
Han Jing was stunned by Su Yu’s face. Good heavens, was this person even human? Could he be some kind of demon? Han Jing, aside from being an assassin, had been a public figure in the entertainment industry for nearly ten years. Yet, she had never been so amazed by any man!
With sword-like brows and starry eyes, skin like jade, and jet-black hair like a waterfall, his slightly raised phoenix eyes carried a bit of charm. His eyes, shrouded in mist, seemed like a bottomless vortex, subtly tinged with a hint of dark green, which upon closer examination, revealed a chilling black like a cold pool, captivating, as if one’s soul might be drawn in.
This man had exceptionally beautiful eyes.
Yet his seemingly otherworldly eyes did not impart any sense of feminine beauty; instead, his near-perfect facial contours gave him the appearance of a vampire prince walking out of an ancient castle, elegant, noble, cold-blooded, ...
Han Jing swallowed hard; anyhow, he didn’t seem human.
At this moment, Han Yan finally used every ounce of her strength to drag Han Yuxiao, intending to bring her ashore.
But as she noticed the man on the carriage, standing apart from the world, her eyes turned hazy, yet she held back, calling out sweetly, "Prince Ling, Your Highness, please come and help Yan’er, Yan’er, Yan’er can’t hold on any longer!"
Han Yan, small and charming, dragging someone as tall as Han Yuxiao, did indeed seem pitiful.
She didn’t dare to ask Su Yu for help and instead called upon Prince Ling.
Someone like Su Yu, exalted like a Heavenly God, even Han Yan had the self-awareness of her limits; he was someone she could never aspire to match, no matter how many of herself combined. Moreover, everyone in Hanjing knew that Prince Yu had a fondness for men...
Possibly because there was truly no woman in the world worthy of him.
When Prince Ling heard the plea for help, he turned to see the pitiful Han Yan, couldn’t help but soften, and strode forward to rescue her, only to be stopped once more by Han Jing!
Han Jing directly stepped on Han Yan’s fingers that were clutching the riverbank!