Sang Zhi's dangerous aura instantly vanished. He blinked his wicked eyes with a hint of innocence and gave Ye Qianning another piece of meat.
The swiftness of his transformation surprised everyone at the table.
Zhan Chi was based in the Capital City, so he saw the Eighth Prince often. For the past nine years, the prince had been mercurial, holding everyone in utter contempt.
Whenever he was displeased, the entire Imperial Palace was thrown into turmoil.
Over the years, his nature had grown wicked and bloodthirsty, and his red eyes were utterly terrifying.
'This was a man who looked down on everyone as if they were ants, yet now, toward our little one, he was as docile as a tamed pet?'
Xiang Minghou drained his cup of wine, his expression dark. 'That brat spent all that time clashing with my Inner Strength, but he backs down after a single glance from my daughter?'
