When it came to Crown Prince Li's birthday, Ah Jiu dressed up as a bodyguard and followed at Wufu's side.
Some people don't look like a Crown Prince even in a Dragon Robe, yet some people, even in coarse clothes, stand out like a crane in a flock of chickens, drawing every gaze.
Ah Jiu was exactly that kind of person. He put on a guard's uniform and had his face slightly altered, looking rather meek and well-behaved, but the aura rolling off him was impossible to ignore.
Nothing to be done about it—he was a dragon among men, born noble, raised in a nest of wealth and honor, his bearing naturally flawless.
Wufu looked at him with a bit of jealousy and said, "Can't you tone down that aura of yours? Whoever sees you like this would never think you're just a guard. You look more like the master than I do, and I'm the actual master here—does that sound reasonable to you?"
