Princess Agents
On the stands of the human hunting ground, noble young masters clad in splendid silk leaned lazily against the railings. Some fanned themselves, some sipped tea, and some used this slaughter as a betting game to relieve their boredom. In the very center, a youth in a blue brocade robe, his brow still carrying a trace of lingering boyish spirit, merely frowned slightly as he looked down at the field—that was Yan Xun, the most dazzling prince of Chang'an.
A little further away, Yuwen Yue, dressed in a moon-white long robe, stood with his hands behind his back. His face was as cold and indifferent as ice, his gaze passing over the slaves running for their lives, landing somewhere unknown. No one knew what he was looking at, and no one dared to ask.
Yuwen Huai, on the other hand, was laughing heartily. Leaning against the railing, he shouted something down at the field, and the playboys around him burst into laughter. The scent of blood mingled with the smell of yellow sand was swept onto the stands by the wind; some covered their noses in disgust, while others watched with great enthusiasm.
In the ladies' seating area, Princess Yuanchun was absentmindedly clutching her handkerchief, her gaze wandering past the stands toward Yan Xun, showing absolutely no interest in what was happening below.
And right beneath their feet, the girl named Jing Xiaoliu was lifting her head from the mud. Her eyes were strikingly bright—like those of a wolf pup cornered into a desperate situation.
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