"Why did everything turn like this?" Yang held his head as he was sitting inside his carriage. He was terribly tired because he has been straining himself to fulfill his need. Right now his head still felt very heavy, and he couldn't think straight. That news hit him at the most unlikely times for him.
"Your Highness, this is the first store," the driver said carefully.
Yang got out from the carriage with the help of his servant. After being berated heavily in the middle of the night just the night before, he was still feeling rather resentful towards his bad luck. He wanted to clear his mind by enjoying himself from last night until this afternoon when the news hit him for good.
Before him stood a noble he was familiar with. He was one of the members of the prestigious family in this kingdom. The other party was looking at him disdainfully as if he was the dirtiest person in the entire world.
As a prince, how can he bear such a look directed at him?