Chen Yi was momentarily stunned.
Min Ning was also momentarily stunned.
She turned her gaze slightly, casting a nearly imperceptible glance at Chen Yi, while Chen Yi leaned forward, as if he hadn't clearly heard what had been said.
The expressions of those seated at the nine tables varied: some were curious, some fearful, some doubtful… Among them, one swordsman lightly tapped on the table and asked:
"May I ask which Prince it is?"
"The Prince of Annan."
Wang Qing's face remained unchanging. To buy Chen Yi's life today, he wouldn't bother hiding the source to avoid suspicion or rejection of this commission. Instead, using the Prince of Annan's name would invoke authority and assure everyone there'd be no repercussions, encouraging bold acceptance of the task.
