Nan Xun was still worried, but he had to make the smart decision here. With a sigh, he returned to the manor. He walked through the garden with the housekeeper at his tail. The old man sympathized with his plight. “Your Highness has been awake for a long time. You should take a break. Otherwise Gentleman Feng will be worried once he returns.”

Nan Xun looked up at him and laughed silently. “If he returns safely, I’ll gladly let him scold me,” he said in a bitter tone. “However, we don’t know if he’s alive or not. How can I relax?”

He shook his head and sighed. “Alright, I want to stay on my own for a while. You may go now. Don’t worry about me.”

The housekeeper wasn’t going to argue. Seeing his master’s bloodshot eyes and tired gait, he told the servants to prepare things of the soothing nature.

Nan Xun was going to go back to his room for a short rest, but he arrived outside Jun Huang’s bedroom before...