C318 The Defeated King Sword

As they walked along, Yan Xisheng could sense something was off about the prince's demeanor. Known for either his tongue or body always being restless, the prince hadn't said a word this whole journey and was sitting unusually straight, almost too straight.

"I was stargazing last night. Want to guess what I saw?" Yan Xisheng leaned closer to Rong Qi, speaking softly.

Rong Qi shook his head