The hurried footsteps echoed, and an elderly man with white hair battered the door outside the Prince Qin Mansion. It was quite a while before someone came to open it and welcome him in. It was late spring of the sixteenth year of Divine Revelation; the weather was already gradually heating up.
Qu Hanxiu was still dressed impeccably, his attire thick and solemn, without a single hair out of place.
He asked solemnly, "Where is His Highness Prince Qin?"
The person who came answered, "His Highness has gone hunting with hawks."
Qu Hanxiu's cheek twitched; ever since the beginning of the year, this Prince Qin had been frequently absent. With only a little over a month left before his birthday, which was also his coming-of-age ceremony, he was still out hunting.
Riding horses! Riding horses!
