195_Two-faced Young Master Rong

Few hours prior.

Under the shade and dew of the morning sun, a man was sitting on his comfortable couch as his body got absorbed under the squishy fabric. It was his favorite leisure to sit on this type of couch.

As he played with his phone, the gentle breeze inland caused him to sigh in content. His attendant came forward and told him something that piqued his interest.

"Oh? It's time?" he raised his brows, seemingly intrigued. 

It had been a long time since Rong family was being called on forth by their 'hidden prince'. They rarely made any contacts for the past decades because the prince wasn't that much of a talker. Anything he said would just be instructions and orders.

Now, they received a new instruction. The prince had already chosen his successor, waiting for him to grow up, nurturing him behind shadows, and though cruel, 'readjusting' his body in secret.