It was until the following morning, that XiaoHe came to. MingYu had been falling in and out of sleep, seeing snippets of the past.
Wu TianLan had dragged ZhiYi to the palace, and to MingYu's surprise, the kid really did tend to ZhiYi's wound, so much so that he was ready to bite down on any hand that dared to touch ZhiYi besides him. And ZhiYi had been sitting still and silently watched the young prince of Wu do his thing.
How silly it was, MingYu thought. ZhiYi could had healed the wound fast, so why leave a scar? He hadn't even spoken a word to Wu TianLan the entire time. Unless, that horndog fell for a teenager... now that was just… MingYu would have to question the man later.
