Why is the study door open
Manager Fan was stunned. He frowned slightly, walked to the study door and looked inside.
With just one glance, Manager Fan saw an unbelievable scene!
The lights in the study were turned off at some point, and the gauze curtains were all drawn, making it dark everywhere, giving people the illusion that it was already evening.
Manager Fan frowned even deeper. He looked carefully and found a dejected figure slumped on the ground.
That is…
The Emperor's son?!
Manager Fan's thoughts were churning wildly. His eyes were fixed on the figure sitting on the ground, and he let out a low cry of disbelief.
"Your Highness, what's wrong with you—"
Although he had only known Jiang Xuecheng for a short time, Manager Fan had always believed that this man was always elegant and noble, giving people a temperament as pure as the ice and snow on the top of a mountain.
But the pale-faced young man in front of him was like a severely injured wild beast. He was lonely and trapped, and could only struggle in despair.
What on earth happened?!
Manager Fan was confused, as if Jiang Xuecheng didn't hear his low cry just now.
Manager Fan plucked up his courage and walked towards Jiang Xuecheng in small steps.
However, before he could take two more steps, he suddenly saw the young man suddenly raised his head!
In an instant, their eyes met!
What a pair of eyes those are!
The room was dim, and Jiang Xuecheng's dark eyes were shining coldly, like the dark sea water on a rainy night, deep, cold, and difficult to fathom.
In Jiang Xuecheng's cold phoenix eyes, Manager Fan saw his own reflection clearly.
Manager Fan fell silent, and his hands suddenly stiffened.
There was an inexplicable chill spreading throughout his body, and for a moment, he even suspected that this young man would transform into a brave and crazy leopard and bite his throat in one bite!
"Your Highness, why don't you turn on the light—"
Manager Fan looked at the young man with strong and taut facial lines, and couldn't help but call out to him again in a low voice, trying to regain Jiang Xuecheng's sanity.
It’s not that he’s not afraid, but other than this, Manager Fan really doesn’t know what else he can do
Run away
Manager Fan didn't think he could outrun Jiang Xuecheng, and he didn't do anything. Manager Fan believed that Jiang Xuecheng was not the kind of person who would easily vent his anger on others.
Jiang Xuecheng looked at Manager Fan coldly, and Manager Fan felt a little helpless without realizing it.
However, just when Manager Fan was feeling anxious, he suddenly heard Jiang Xuecheng's voice.
"Do you have a cigarette?"
I don’t know what happened, but Jiang Xuecheng’s voice was very hoarse, and the tone of his speech was completely different from usual.
He didn't have that kind of intimidating majesty, nor that kind of coldness that kept people at a distance. Instead, he just seemed like an ordinary person, asking for a cigarette in a calm and ordinary manner.
Manager Fan swallowed hard. Jiang Xuecheng's words completely stunned him!
His brows furrowed even tighter, and even his breathing became slightly stagnant.
—As everyone knows, the prince never smokes. Because Jiang Xuecheng doesn't like cigarettes, even the guards on duty in the Divine Court don't dare to smoke in the prince's mansion.
If they must smoke while on duty, they will definitely find a secluded corner to satisfy their craving for cigarettes, hoping that no one will see them.
"No?"
Seeing that Manager Fan did not answer, Jiang Xuecheng raised his head again and glanced at Manager Fan. His eyes were dark, and it was unknown what he was suppressing.
Manager Fan was frightened by Jiang Xuecheng's look. He finally came to his senses and realized that he should meet the requirements of the Prince.
"Your Highness, you want cigarettes, right? I'll have someone bring them. What kind of cigarettes do you like? Is there a specific brand?"
Manager Fan was afraid of neglecting Jiang Xuecheng, so he asked him several questions.
However, Manager Fan only had two words in his answer.
"random."
Does this mean that you can watch it yourself
Manager Fan was startled for a moment, then after he realized what was going on, he quickly nodded in agreement.
"Okay then, I'll have someone prepare it now."
As Manager Fan spoke, he walked backwards toward the door. When he saw the dim scene inside, he couldn't help but say something, not knowing whether he was bewitched by a ghost or what.
"Your Highness, it's too dark in here, can I turn on a light?"
When seeing Jiang Xuecheng like that, Manager Fan felt inexplicably reluctant.
How could the innocent young man in his impression suddenly become like this, and even want to smoke for the first time
The only response to Manager Fan was silence.
Manager Fan hesitated for a while, but when he saw that Jiang Xuecheng didn't say anything, he simply understood Jiang Xuecheng's meaning as his consent.
He stretched out his hand and pressed the touch screen switch next to him. In just half a second, Manager Fan saw the most real yet unreal scene in the study.
The lights in the room were on brightly, and the gorgeous crystal chandelier emitted a faint glow, falling on the decadent figure on the floor.
Jiang Xuecheng had lowered his head at some point, with his black hair hanging on his eyelashes, making it impossible to see his expression at the moment.
He was like a wounded beast, soothing his wounds, but there was an air of despair all over him.
Manager Fan's mind was full of questions until he accidentally caught a glimpse of a metal object in Jiang Xuecheng's hand.
Jiang Xuecheng was holding a cold knife in his hand, with blood on the tip.
That is…
In a flash, Manager Fan's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly understood where the wound on the high priest's neck came from.
After Manager Fan figured this out, he felt as if a thunderbolt had struck his mind and his ears were buzzing!
Why did the High Priest and His Highness suddenly have a disagreement and start fighting? !
Obviously the injured person was the high priest, but Manager Fan looked at Jiang Xuecheng's dejected figure and felt that the Emperor's son was the loser.
Manager Fan didn't dare to think about it any more. For a man of such insignificance as him, the less he knew about such things, the better. He quickly retreated.
…
Soon, Manager Fan presented a box of cigarettes. It was a very expensive brand, sold in limited quantities each year. The nobles rushed to buy it to show off their status.
However, Jiang Xuecheng never smoked before and didn't understand the ins and outs of this. But even if Jiang Xuecheng knew, he wouldn't care.
Jiang Xuecheng had never smoked before, but he picked up the lighter very skillfully and lit the cigarette.
Then he leaned over and took a deep breath, and a rich and slightly astringent scent immediately filled the air.
Feeling the pungent smell filling his throat, Jiang Xuecheng frowned.
But the young man's posture of holding the tobacco is still elegant.
So Jiang Xuecheng continued to smoke. After all, he was not familiar with this matter. Suddenly, he choked and began to cough intermittently. It was obvious that he was not feeling well.
Manager Fan looked at Jiang Xuecheng's appearance and couldn't help but give him some advice.
"Your Highness, if you don't like it, then don't smoke it. It's not good for your health if you smoke too much. How about I ask Miss Su to come over..."
(End of this chapter)