Chess Piece
編輯: Atlas Studios
Usually, Chu Yi was dressed in snow-white clothes. Today, he was wearing a rare red dress that made his skin look even fairer and peerlessly beautiful.
It was clearly a bright red color like a peony, but he wore it with a clear and aloof temperament.
He was playing with a short sword between his slender fingers, and his movements were carefree and agile. An unfathomable aura surrounded him and added to his unruliness.
The warm room was as warm as spring, but cold sweat seeped out of Fang Huairui's broad forehead, and his tall body was tense.
He had experienced the tempering of the battlefield and the turmoil in the royal court and was considered a person who could hold his own. However, when facing the Eldest Prince, he was actually suppressed to the point of being unable to raise his head.
Fang Huairui did not dare to move and maintained his cupped fists. Time seemed to have slowed down.
"Swoosh!"