"Yes, yes, of course. We will take our leave."
The Imperial Physicians scurried out in terror, only letting out a collective sigh of relief once they had turned away from the door.
The Beili Emperor leaned over the bed, carefully scrutinizing the small figure lying there. Though his face was pale, Sang Zhi was undeniably the most delicate and handsome of all his princes and princesses.
His mother had been a renowned beauty in East Shu. It was a shame she was said to bring misfortune.
Now, it seemed, her fate wasn't one of misfortune after all. Rather, it had been a ruse—a supposed curse used to deceive everyone.
'Come to think of it, in ten years, I've never once properly looked at this child's eyes.'
As the Beili Emperor thought this, he reached out to touch the corner of the boy's eye. 'Who would have thought a child's eyes could hide such a great secret?' "When the Eighth Prince awakens," he asked, "will we be able to take them?"
