In the city, countless legends were told about Prince Zheng, whose influence in the Daqian Dynasty was at its zenith.
This was the first time Zheng Xiu and the Princess had ever met.
Zheng Xiu calmly looked at the young woman.
He studied her face.
'Hatred? Disgust?'
For a moment, despite his calm expression, a strange thought surfaced in Zheng Xiu's mind.
A faint sense of self-mockery rose in his heart. His father had been dead for twenty years now. In all that time, Zheng Xiu had never once entertained the notion of revenge.
Zheng Haoran had died on the battlefield. The only way to get revenge was through war, and that was not something a mere Merchant like him could have any say in.
