Creak.
The tight shut door of the woodshed opened.
Specks of snow dust flew as it opened.
The billowing wind made it a little hard to open one's eyes.
In the midst of the snow, a small, grey figure emerged from within.
The little person hung his head as he walked forward, such that no one could see his expression.
An expression of unspeakable terror appeared on the faces of the imperial guards standing closest to the firewood shed when they saw him. Their eyes widened as they were all forced to take a step back.
The elder scolded them upon seeing that, "What are you all doing? Hurry and capture him first!"
All the imperial guards stared in horror at the Emperor. They were utterly immobilized, and they were unable to speak. It was as if some unknown force had caught their throats. The moment the Seventh Prince came out, everything felt wrong!
