Yinglong Hall - Prince Dorian's temporary residence
Grand Chancellor Yang Chenzi walked through the corridors with steady steps. The air was thick with the scent of burning incense, mingling with the cool evening breeze. The faint hum of distant conversations echoed through the halls, but he paid them no mind. His destination lay ahead—the private chamber where Prince Dorian awaited.
Inside, the young prince lounged in an armchair, his fingers lazily tapping against the carved wooden armrest. A faint smirk played on his lips, his dark eyes filled with quiet amusement as the Grand Chancellor entered.
"What brings the esteemed Grand Chancellor here?" Prince Dorian asked, raising an eyebrow, his tone laced with mock curiosity.
Yang Chenzi did not waste time with pleasantries. His sharp gaze settled on the prince, unwavering. "In two days, a grand banquet will be held in your honor, hosted by His Majesty himself."