He walked slowly, yet with exceptional steadiness.
In the shadows, countless eyes clung to him like parasitic maggots, following his every move.
Ye Han had left the palace and arrived outside the front gate. His entourage had been waiting there. As soon as they saw Ye Han emerge, they hurried forward with worried expressions to support him: "Your Highness..."
From their expressions, it was clear that they had not missed what transpired in the grand hall.
Indeed, many ministers had already left the palace, and the news of Ye Han's fall from grace had probably already spread.
Ye Han, however, simply smiled and gestured nonchalantly, "Let's go, back home!"
With that, he got on the carriage with the help of his attendants.
"Prince Ye, there's no need to rush!"
A shout suddenly came from the side. Ye Han was startled and turned reflexively, only to see the Left Deputy poking his head out from another carriage after lifting the curtain.