In the afternoon, Xia Ruqing finally woke up. Still nestled in bed, she heard Little Bun crying outside. Her brow immediately furrowed. She quickly changed her clothes and tied up her hair before heading out to take a look.
As expected, Little Bun was crying in the courtyard. His cries were hoarse and desperate, the picture of heartbreak. In her memory, he rarely cried like this.
She saw Sister Huang and Sister Liang, both with stern faces and furrowed brows, evidently taking a firm stance. Xia Ruqing stepped forward.
"What's happened?"
Sister Huang and Sister Liang hurried forward to pay their respects.
"We greet Your Highness!"
"Please, rise!" Xia Ruqing gestured with her hand.
The moment Little Bun saw her, he forgot everything else and flung himself into her arms.
Xia Ruqing quickly crouched down to wipe his sweat and tears with a handkerchief.
"What's the matter?" she asked softly.
