Huangfu Jingchen could tell his own father looked exhausted; clearly he had not had proper rest these past days. Moreover, the tattered state of his clothing did not seem to be merely from the toil of disaster relief, but rather looked like traces left from fighting with someone.
Those were marks cut by a sharp weapon.
He lowered his voice and said, "Father, what happened? Are you all right?"
Prince Cheng said, "This is not the time to speak of that. Tell me what the situation is here first!" His gaze shifted and fell on Xia Wenjin who stood to his rear right. Xia Wenjin slightly bent his body and offered a bow; Prince Cheng gave a slight nod.
Huangfu Jingchen tersely, shockingly concisely, recounted how he had come here and what had happened since his arrival.
A flash of sharpness swept through the depths of Prince Cheng's eyes.
