Uncle (shu shu)? Uncle Ke Jing? Han was Zheng's uncle?
"18th Prince," Han breathed. Tears filled his eyes as he sank to his knees.
Zheng stepped back, his arm pressing me back as he avoided the man. There was a look of disdain across his face.
"You.. You can walk!" Han cried, kowtowing. The butler dropped his knees too, looking shocked.
"Your H-Highness!" the servant greeted.
"Enough with your act. Get up. We're freezing." Zheng put an arm over my shoulders protectively, his jaw clenched.
Han got to his feet, wiping his face. The tears were real, but Zheng didn't look at all impressed.
Noticing the strong winds, Han gestured for us to hurry inside. His own bare feet slipped and slid on the wet stone floor of the courtyard, but he kept his back bent in respect to Zheng.
The main hall was warm, and I shuddered as I neared the heating plate that was placed by the entrance. Zheng rubbed my arms distractedly, looking around the room.
