Tao Wanxin looked up to see Prince Yong frowning.
"I..."
Zhao Minghong reached out with his left hand to take hers, but her hand was resting on her embroidery hoop. The needle, pointing up through the fabric, pricked him square in the palm.
Prince Yong hissed in pain.
Seeing the bead of blood on the needle's tip, Tao Wanxin grew even more quiet.
Instead of pulling his hand back, Zhao Minghong grabbed hers, draped it over his shoulder, and without another word, swept her up into his arms.
"Go, tell her to hurry!"
"Third Brother..." Princess Qingyun was forced to swallow the words on the tip of her tongue.
Watching Prince Yong stride away with Princess Yong in his arms, Princess Qingyun stood in the doorway, wondering, 'Who is Third Brother in such a mad rush to summon?'
「A short while later.」
A carriage stopped at the main gate of Prince Yong's Mansion. Ji Qingwu stepped out, not yet fully awake, her head still spinning.
