The king turned around.
Xiao Heng smiled.
The smile was too much.
In a second, he switched to his weakened, pale, dying state, as if he couldn't raise the corner of his lips: "You take care too."
"Hmm." The king nodded with a complex expression, placing his hands behind his back, and left Qilin Palace with Zhang Dequan and the nanny holding the little princess.
...
Gu Jiao stayed in the ICU until dawn before coming out.
In the second half of the night, she sat on a chair, fell asleep at the bedside, and when she woke up, the National Master was already gone.
Two dead warriors resumed guarding outside the iron door. Seeing Gu Jiao come out, they reacted faintly, as if she, like the king, could freely enter and exit here.
"What did the National Master tell you?" Gu Jiao asked the two.
One of them said, "The National Master said, besides him and Young Master Xiao, no third person could enter."
Gu Jiao made a sound of understanding and muttered, "That's more like it."
