Hearing the sounds outside, Ye Jingtang paused his brush and pushed the window open to look.
In the courtyard, thick with swirling snow, Big Silly entered through the gate in her Silver Python Robe. Even her movements were cautious, as though she feared disturbing him.
"Your Highness."
"Don't get up."
Dongfang Liren saw Ye Jingtang inside the window, about to rise to welcome her. Her eyes filled with concern, and she abandoned her bearing as a Female Prince, hurrying into the Study.
"How are you feeling?"
Ye Jingtang had not reached the point of being unable to walk. He approached, took Silly by the wrist, and guided her into the grand armchair.
"There aren't any external wounds. It's nothing serious."
Dongfang Liren had watched the whole thing. Although he had no external wounds, dozens of punches had hammered his chest. Only the sturdy physique forged by the Dragon-Mingling Diagram had kept it from being smashed. She dared not imagine how severe his internal injuries were.
However grand her airs, how could she bear to leave the injured Ye Jingtang standing beside her? She pressed him back into his seat, sat on the armrest herself, and pulled open his collar to inspect him.
"Does your chest still hurt?"
Ye Jingtang was almost unaccustomed to this gentle, considerate Silly. He smiled.
"It's fine. It stopped hurting yesterday."
"Really...?"
Dongfang Liren had indeed been excited watching yesterday's deadly struggle, but she had also been deeply worried. Only after examining him carefully with gentle hands did she feel somewhat reassured. Turning toward the desk, she spotted the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, and picked up a sheet to glance at it.
"Upon the white jade peaks, a single dot of cherry red..."
Dongfang Liren already knew Heroine backward. How could she fail to recognize