Chapter 4: Shadows in the Palace

Ugh, life is so unfair.

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The more I think about it, the angrier and more upset I get!

I’m about to cry a perfect, glittering dragon tear.

*Creak—*

Just then, someone pushes open the door and steps inside.

Huh, guess the doors in the Heavenly Palace aren’t that sturdy either.

With the red bridal veil over my head, I can’t see clearly, and I definitely don’t dare use my divine sense—my magical sixth sense, basically—recklessly.

Kidding, this is the Heavenly Palace, and I’m just a little illegitimate dragon—how dare I act out here?

It must be the Crown Prince. I take a deep breath, smooth my expression, and paste on a smile.

Why’s he just standing there?

Come on, move already!

Is he planning to just stand guard all night?

I finally sneak a peek under the veil.

“Put it down.”

That voice—cold as ice, sharp as glass. It’s got that regal edge, too.

I obediently let the veil fall, but in the next instant, he lifts it himself.

Seriously?

So you told me to put it down just so you could do it yourself?

Fine, have it your way. Gotta keep up appearances, huh?

“Savannah? The South Coast’s Glutton Princess?” (Taotie—my so-called nickname, which basically means ‘the Glutton Princess.’ Thanks, Dad. Even I don’t really get it.)

I look up, following his voice.

He’s got those deep eyes, sharp brows, and a face straight out of a romance novel—cold, distant, and absolutely gorgeous. Like the aloof hero everyone swoons over.

Okay, wow. The Crown Prince is a total knockout. Suddenly, I forget all my complaints.

Looks like we’d make a pretty good-looking pair.

But for some reason, he looks kind of lost staring at me.

I nod, about to stand up and bow.

“No need, rest. I just came to take a look.”

Just like that, he turns to leave.

What the heck???

Leaving me here all alone?