"Alright, Mei Meili," the Crown Prince said gently to her. "Where would you suggest I take you for treatment then?"
It didn't seem appropriate to disturb his Majesty's rest with this matter, she thought.
"Perhaps your sister's courtyard?" she ventured. "If that wouldn't be too disruptive for her at this hour?"
"Excellent idea!" he agreed, quickly changing directions.
Shi Lei would just have to work out their change of plans.
Tricky walked at the Prince's heel, never straying more than a few inches from his mistress. The dog knew Zhu Yicai, and although he didn't like him, he would tolerate him carrying his injured mistress. The Chow Chow knew this man would do her no harm.
"Are you injured?" the Prince asked her, white hot rage simmering just beneath the surface of his words.
"I'm okay, Yicai," she soothed him.
"You're clearly not okay!" his voice was raised. "Tell me every detail from start to finish," he said stonily.
