“Lang’ya Wang Qi?” the Prince of Nan’yang slowly turned around to ask.
“Aye.”
His hand was still outstretched in the air. He slowly retrieved it and frowningly asked, “What did he come here for?”
“I do not know, Your Highness.”
He slowly went back to his seat and reached for the wine cup, taking slow sips next.
His twisted face markedly eased after he completed these actions. He placed the cup down, his voice softening: “Wang Qi’s quite a fascinating character. If he has come, then let’s see him.”
“Aye.”