The Crown Prince of Daxia

Great Xia Dynasty.

Mangdang Mountain, Hall of a Hundred Beasts.

Chen Mu slowly opened his eyes in a daze, instinctively surveying his surroundings.

A group of strangers stood around him.

The one in the lead wore imperial robes and a crown of state.

His face was stern, yet there was a trace of gentleness and concern between his brows.

The others stood behind him, some kneeling, others bowing low, not daring to raise their heads.

Chen Mu observed their attire—it was unmistakably that of ancient people.

“My son, don’t force yourself next time if you’re unwell.”

Chen Xingtian, dressed in dragon robes, sat by the bedside, his tone gentle as he reached out to caress Chen Mu’s cheek.

Chen Mu pushed him away forcefully, rebuking, “Get lost! Who do you think you are, acting like my father? If anything, you’re my son!”

A gasp swept through the room.

Everyone present stared in disbelief at Chen Mu.

The imperial guards outside the hall burst in, swords drawn, standing at the ready.

The atmosphere inside the hall turned tense and oppressive in an instant because of that single outburst.

“Your Highness, during the autumn hunt this morning, you fainted after your horse was startled and you fell. Don’t you remember?”

“All this time, His Majesty has remained by your side, deeply worried about your safety.”

The old eunuch beside Chen Xingtian quickly stepped forward to smooth things over.

Crown Prince?

His Majesty?

Chen Mu’s heart skipped a beat as he re-examined everyo