Chapter 403: Burning the Midnight Oil_3

The sound had barely faded when the Crown Prince of Yunchuan, who had walked away with a flick of his sleeve, stopped in his tracks.

"Sang Jiao."

Sang Jiao responded and walked up to Xiaoman with a shy smile, bent down to take the food box, expressed his thanks, and then followed his master.

Back at Yun Village, Sang Jiao looked at Chunyu Yan, who was expressionless, and then down at the item in his hands, asking softly, "Princely Heir doesn't like chicken wings, so... perhaps they could be given to us?"

Chunyu Yan hissed and turned back half-closing his eyes.

"Why do I find that you and Yin You have become bolder recently?"

Sang Jiao quickly lowered his head, not daring to meet his gaze.

"It is because the Princely Heir is magnanimous that a humble one like me dares to joke so."

"Hmph!" Chunyu Yan said coldly, "Well said, now prepare for a slap."

Then he snatched the food box from Sang Jiao's hand and strode away.

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Changmen.

The night was as bright as day.