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 time? He thought they wouldn't come 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 me 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 mentioning.
He didn't even need to take medicinal pills, just a bit of rest.
"Lord, although it's a small wound this time, we do need to assign another person to protect the Little Prince. I can't be by his side at all times."
