Xia Siheng was on the verge of tears, the corners of his eyes red. He looked utterly pitiful.
"Wan'er..."
Liu Wan turned to him and said sternly, "Your Highness, you need to rest."
He had truly been too busy lately. With this matter involving Eastern Lin, they would either succeed or die trying.
Their opponent was powerful and could not be underestimated.
Every time she saw him working late into the night, then rushing off to handle more matters without a moment's rest after coming home, her heart ached. And he still wanted to do this at night, which took plenty of energy too. Liu Wan could hardly bear it.
Now that she finally had a chance, how could she let him wear himself out like this?
"Wan'er, I can handle it." Xia Siheng petulantly reached out to touch her, only to be pricked back again.
Boo-hoo.
Even his daughter was helping guard against her poor old father.
Liu Wan gave him a reproachful look. "You can handle it, but what about me?"
When had it ever ended without her crying and begging for mercy?
Like a child who had done something wrong, Xia Siheng buried his face beneath the quilt.
Liu Wan could only pat him gently through it. "You haven't even had time to eat a proper meal lately. Our little one keeps saying she misses Father. Once this busy spell is over, we'll spend the days keeping our daughter company, and the nights will be our own. If you can handle it, you can do whatever you like."
Warmth filled the heart of the man buried beneath the quilt. He gave a soft, nasal hum of assent, his figure shifting beneath the covers. Finally, he nestled against Liu Wan's palm through the quilt and found a comfortable