Yan Jiuchao thought of the face he had seen when he took off the other party's mask in the carriage. The first thing he saw was the scar on the left side of his face. That scar looked like it was quite old. The reason why it had not recovered was definitely not because he lacked medicine. After all, he was the Prince Consort. The best medicine in Nanzhao could be handed over to him. It could only be because he had been injured too deeply back then that there was no cure.
At that moment, Yan Jiuchao forgot to think about who he was.
Back in the Great Zhou, Yan Jiuchao had heard Bai Xiaosheng mention that the Prince Consort of Nanzhao wore a mask all year round. It was rumored that his appearance was disfigured. He naturally did not believe it, but he did not expect it to be true.
Of course, he could still see the other party's face clearly in the end. Even with that hideous and ugly scar, he looked…