Nervous

Ye Qing sat in the black sedan as he instructed the driver to drive around and check all the important junctions.

As he sat in the back seat, his slender fingers were clenched into tight fists as they rested on his knees. A black coat was draped over his shoulders. The dim moonlight shining in through the window lit up only half of his face and he exuded an icy cold aura from head to toe.

Even as he sat there in silence, the sharp and strong aura around him was enough to make people shiver in fear.

The head secretary drove on, not daring to glance at the man behind him.

Ever since the Third Prince had returned to the royal family, he had never acted like this, no matter how big of a challenge he was met with for work.

Right now, the dark and cold aura around him was really strong.

They checked two junctions in this manner before the head secretary's phone rang.

Seeing that it was a call from the traffic police, he hurriedly answered it.