Yang Ying at this time already held the child, intending to place him next to Yun Jiao's pillow.
Wanyan Zhang reached out and took the child, holding him in his arms, "You're weak, let me hold him."
He looked at Yun Jiao, his tone solemn, "Don't worry, just rest well, I'll protect our son."
He deliberately emphasized "our son" with extra weight.
Yun Jiao looked at him with a complex expression, her gaze paused momentarily on the few blood marks on his hand, nodded slowly, and then closed her eyes.
The Princess beside couldn't hold her expression any longer.
She asked herself, ever since Yun Jiao entered the mansion, she never touched a hair on her head, yet this woman guarded against her so.
If she were to do something, it wouldn't be now!
Even more infuriating, what did the Prince's words mean?
Protect?
Is someone now trying to kill that child?
The Princess couldn't bear it anymore, not even bothering to pretend to be generous, stormed off with the nanny and maid.
