"Something's wrong! Look closely!"
Two kites drifting into the distance—one of them is flying back.
The Minister of Agriculture sprang to his feet, excited: "It's Prince Changsun's kite! Its string hasn't been cut!"
Yu Zichuan remained expressionless as he reeled in the kite string he had intentionally let loose earlier.
Chen Long, now in disguise, stood beside him.
"Try anything funny again, and I'll beat you up."
Scaring Lu Yuan was fine, but scaring his sister? Absolutely not.
Yu Zichuan stayed silent and kept reeling in the string.
Lu Zhaoyan let out a long sigh of relief.
He, of course, knew the one controlling the kite was Yu Zichuan.
Whether his rebellious son was scared or not, he wasn't sure—but he himself was terrified out of his wits.
Prince Ming chuckled, "You keep saying you don't care about winning or losing, but isn't that a lot of care I see there?"
Lu Zhaoyan replied, "He's my son. Am I not allowed to care?"
