The Crown Prince's eyes flickered.
Suddenly, as though remembering something, he looked at Cui Rong.
"Little Uncle, does your leg still hurt?" he asked.
Cui Rong went slightly still.
"Thank you for your concern, Your Highness. I can bear it," he replied.
The Crown Prince lowered his head and fell silent.
"I'm sorry... I don't know how to do anything. I can't help you."
If only he were as capable as his Little Imperial Uncle.
Then he could have dealt with those assassins perfectly, and no one would have been injured trying to save him.
I'm so useless.
Cui Rong raised his eyes slightly after hearing his words.
Looking at him, he replied, "Your Highness is of noble standing. You need only preside over the court. Your subjects will attend to the rest."
The Crown Prince looked up. "Then how am I any different from a good-for-nothing?"
The corner of Cui Rong's mouth twitched.
There's really no need to put yourself down like that.
When he raised his eyes again, he saw the Crown Prince get up and hurry away.
"Your Highness, it's raining heavily outside, and the ground is slippery... don't run about," he hastily called.
"I know," the Crown Prince replied offhandedly.
"I'm not going outside. I'm just looking around the cave for anything we can use."
For some reason, he felt a little excited.
Whenever he went out with his Little Imperial Uncle, his uncle always bustled about taking care of him, leaving him no chance to contribute.
This was his first time looking after someone, and it felt wonderfully new.
Leaning against the stone wall, Cui Rong watched him bustle about, a trace of intrigued surprise in his eyes.
He had never imagined the Crown Prince could be so lively.
Whenever he had seen him from