As he was asking, he glanced at the bed and took a deep breath.
The quilt was chopped up like this. What kind of assassin would be so ruthless, failing once and trying a second ti? He thought they wouldn’t co again.
It seems he was too naive.
"How did it get chopped up like this? Little Prince, you..."
"I’m fine."
The Little Prince interrupted the lord’s empty words.
"Old Lin switched beds with tonight."
Upon hearing this, the lord turned to look at Old Lin, who was standing to the side, hunched over. "Old Lin, how are you doing? Where are you hurt?"
"Just a minor injury, I’m fine."
Old Lin waved his hand at the lord. To the guards of Huayan Peak, this was indeed a minor injury, nothing worth ntioning.
He didn’t even need to take dicinal pills, just a bit of rest.
"Lord, although it’s a small wound this ti, we do need to assign another person to protect the Little Prince. I can’t be by his side at all tis."
He took the opportunity to explain to the lord that he was only human with his own matters and occasionally needed to step out.
Given what happened tonight, he had to inform those two at the Battle Cloud Camp. Otherwise, they might actually harm the Little Prince, leaving him no place to cry in regret.
"Yes, yes, that’s necessary."
The lord nodded repeatedly at his words.
The Little Prince’s safety was paramount; everything else was secondary.
"Tong Xin, you won’t be going to the protected ground for now. Stay here with Old Lin to protect the Little Prince," he said to a guard beside him.
"Alright, I understand," Tong Xin responded imdiately.
Though the Little Princeling causes so trouble, he can’t afford to get hurt. Otherwise, everyone here will suffer.
"Lord, are these people trying so hard to assassinate the Little Prince because they think if he’s gone, we won’t be able to return and will side with them for their use?"
The thought of the Little Princeling almost being assassinated twice angered him. Of all people to kill, they chose this Little Princeling.
The Little Princeling was the Emperor’s favorite son. If anything happened to him, wouldn’t the Emperor order their death? Even their families wouldn’t be spared.
Even if they were at Huayan Peak, the Emperor would send people to eradicate them.
This ans they would have to find a backer to survive, allowing those people to profit and subdue them.
But he couldn’t understand who these people were, daring to do such things at Huayan Peak. Weren’t they afraid that the inter-plane travelers would return and obliterate them all?
"It seems that the waters of Huayan Peak are about to be stirred," the lord said, squinting his eyes and giving Feng Tang and the newly arrived Yiin Hao a subtle glance.
He wondered what role these two played in this, hoping they wouldn’t disgrace the North Desert Camp.
"Old Lin, you often go to the Battle Cloud Camp. If you can get up tomorrow, go check it out, and ask when the inter-plane travelers might return."
He looked at Old Lin and instructed.
"Alright, I’ll go ask."
Old Lin didn’t hesitate and agreed.
He had been wondering how to find an excuse to head to the Battle Cloud Camp to discuss tonight’s events, and now the lord provided an excellent reason.
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