I did everything I could to stop my body from moving and look at Prince Huai, but I couldn’t even turn my head the tiniest bit. The plot was back on track. I was still Su Jingyu, the Crown Prince’s die-hard fan. Prince Huai and I weren’t lovers; we were rivals. As I turned and followed the Crown Prince away, I thought I saw Prince Huai running his fingers over a golden phoenix hairpin. A tear fell onto the end of it.
