Han Muye turned around and saw a 15 or 16-year-old boy in a jade-white brocade robe and a purple jade crown standing at the bow in front of him.
This young man had red lips and white teeth. His face was as white as powder, and he looked a little delicate. However, his eyes were glaring fiercely, revealing a lot of resentment.
"So the crown prince is here." Liao Chen also saw this young man and bowed with a smile. "I was just confused for a moment and said nonsense. It can't be taken seriously."
He cupped his hands as he spoke.
This young man was the heir of the Western Garrison King. It was no wonder that he was angry. After all, Liao Chen was talking about his sister, even if there was no saying in the Central Continent Dynasty that women could not appear in public.
Liao Chen had apologized. Although the little heir was still angry, he did not pursue the matter. He glared at Han Muye and turned to walk into the cabin.