The overwhelming sense of absolute safety, a safety she hadn't felt since she transmigrated into this chaotic world, pulled her instantly down into the dark, comforting void of sleep.
At the base of the stairs, Xiao Yichen stood frozen.
The Second Prince had stepped out of the carriage fully intending to assert his imperial authority.
He had planned to formally hand over the runaway heir, accept the General's gratitude, and smoothly insert himself into the estate as an honoured guest to keep his eye on Ji'an.
But as he watched the towering War God sweep the cook up into a protective, incredibly tender embrace, Yichen felt a sharp spike of pure, unadulterated jealousy.
'He let him hold him,' Yichen thought, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. 'He fought me to the death over a simple touch, sprinted away from the Ice Demon. But he collapses into his arms without a second thought? Is General Lin that trustworthy to him?'
Logically, Yichen knew it was her father.
