The enemy's hostage, the ninth prince of Northern Yan, has been in the capital as a hostage for three years. I met him several times at palace banquets, and each time he was sitting alone in a corner. He ignored anyone who spoke to him, like a moving ice sculpture.
At this moment, he was standing in front of me, with one hand still on my waist, and his expression was as cold as if he was holding on to a piece of wood.
"Thank you, Mr. Xiao." I quickly broke out of his arms, took two steps back, and straightened my collar.
He didn't speak, he just bent down and picked up the cloak on the ground - it was the one he took off just now and put it on me. He moved slowly and slowly, shaking the dust off his cloak with his slender fingers, and then put it on his arm.
The atmosphere was terribly awkward.
The scene where he saved me just now was seen by everyone at the gate of the Imperial College. Shen Yushu's expression was particularly wonderful, as if he had swallowed a live fly.
"Young Master Xiao is very skilled." Shen Yu Shupi said with a smile.
Xiao Han didn't even look at him, turned around and left.
