This was not what Shen Lang wanted to see.
When it came to powerful and cunning prey, she always had ample patience, waiting for him to slowly fall into her trap on his own.
"Are you feeling any better today?" The Crown Prince glanced at her, but unlike usual, he didn't reach out to hold her.
She currently reeked of medicine, so she couldn't blame the Crown Prince for his aversion.
Shen Lang knew her place. She lay there quietly, basking in the sun, nibbling on a small snack, while the matron stroked her fur.
The matron said, "She was able to take a couple of steps today. Jinrou is recovering quickly. I imagine she'll be back to her lively self in a few days."
The Crown Prince nodded, his words as precious as gold. "Look after her well."
With that, he left, leaving Shen Lang with only the sight of his back.
Shen Lang was used to it. She lazily rolled over, thinking, 'How can I trick the matron and sneak out?'
