After hearing this, Cui Rong could not help frowning. "These aftereffects... will they harm the Crown Prince's health?"
Prince Xuan looked up.
"Judging by what Little Imperial Uncle said, they shouldn't be physical," he replied.
Cui Rong relaxed a little.
As long as there was no physical harm, anything else was a minor concern.
At the thought that his Crown Prince would soon wake,
he immediately climbed out of bed, unable to contain his joy.
"I'll go see the Crown Prince."
He could not wait to see him.
He wanted to touch his Crown Prince, warm and alive.
Suddenly, as though something had occurred to him, his ears grew hot, and his face slowly reddened.
Then he shook his head sharply.
He was secretly harboring improper desires for His Highness again.
He deserved to die.
He was guilty.
"Little Imperial Uncle, I..."
As the Crown Prince spoke, he caught sight of someone standing in the doorway and paused.
He was...
Cui Rong had not expected the Crown Prince to wake early either, and froze where he stood.
His eyes fixed on him.
Once he recovered, delight and excitement shone plainly on his face.
His Highness was best like this, alive and well.
Never again did he want him as he had been before, his whole body icy cold, chilling Cui Rong's heart as though it had fallen into an ice cellar.
He steadied himself.
His brows softened as he gently whispered the address he had called out a thousand, ten thousand times in his heart, his voice brimming with tenderness. "Your Highness..."
The Crown Prince's gaze shifted slightly.
He nodded in reply. "Little Uncle."
His tone carried a trace of indifference and distance. "Little Imperial Uncle told me about the attempt on my life... thank you for coming to my