Yan Zixuan's lips curved upwards, his smile like a spring breeze brushing one's face.
"Yue'er, don't blame me, blame him for giving me the opportunity."
Last time, Yan Xiu and Li Yuyu left the palace, he only found out after the fact. This time, it seems Yan Xiu won't have such luck.
The woman watching the play with Yan Zixuan was Yan Xiyue.
Upon hearing this, Yan Xiyue's beautiful lips pressed together softly. She hadn't told Yan Zixuan that the familiar figure she saw wasn't the current Emperor, but someone else.
"Prince, who is accompanying the Emperor?"
"It doesn't matter who it is, there's no threat to their life," Yan Zixuan chuckled lightly, but the laughter didn't reach his eyes.
Yan Xiyue nodded thoughtfully, and both returned their attention to the stage.
However, whether they were truly listening was another matter.
The street was bustling at this time.
