"Repaying a debt?" Qi Yue became even more puzzled.
Zhao Xiyan's profound eyes darkened with an indescribable expression of either hatred or pity.
"Before I turned eighteen, he owed me a favor, after I turned eighteen, he became my enemy. I have a clear sense of gratitude and grudges, so I will just tolerate him for a while."
The ninth prince turned out to be no other than Zhou Fengye, who had grown up with Zhao Xiyan, close as brothers.
Both were of similar age, and as a child, Zhao Xiyan, along with the other princes, was often bullied by the older ones due to his outstanding abilities.
Though Zhao Xiyan was also the son of a duke, those people were after all princes, and in the face of rough etiquette, the young Zhao Xiyan inevitably suffered.
But there was one person who never bullied him, who always stood in front of him to protect him.
That person was the ninth prince, Zhou Fengye.
The two young boys thus established a deep friendship.
