The Sixth Prince's study
Zhongshan Cheng walked forward and looked expectantly a the entrance of his sturdy. He frowned when the visitor turned out to be his guard and not Zhu Faye.
"Why are you here? Is there any word from Faye?" He ran his hands thrive the back of his head.
The guard bit the inside of his cheeks in fear of how his master would take the bad news, he was about to deliver. It was no secret that his master doesn't take bad news well. The last person to deliver less than favourable news to his highness left on a stretcher.
