"But, Prince, your eyes…"
Ziwu hesitated, his expression worried.
Yan Lin did not respond, but instead, stepped over the threshold right in front of him.
This scene completely petrified Ziwu.
After snapping back to reality, he was so excited that he almost lost his voice.
"Prince, Prince, your, your eyes…"
"I can roughly make out shapes now," Yan Lin said indifferently, his back to him.
"Prince, the servant will go and prepare the horses right away." Ziwu stumbled as he ran out, nearly tripping over the threshold in his excitement.
The Prince's eyes were finally showing improvement, being able to roughly make out shapes was already tremendous news.
The Princess Consort must be okay, she has to come back to hear this great news.
...
On the mountain.
"Wait a second."
Chu Baihan suddenly stopped, pulling Ruolan who was about to continue forward.
