Ya Chen nodded silently, about to wave the guards away, when he heard one of them say:
"The Crown Princess sent a message for you to take care and get some rest."
His eyebrows raised slightly, his thin lips unconsciously lifting into a smile.
The guard couldn't help but be surprised: "Is the Crown Prince smiling?"
Ya Chen's thin lips swiftly tightened into a straight line, returning to a serious expression: "Smile your leg."
The guard made an exaggerated "zip it" gesture and left first.
Hearing the door close, he inexplicably pulled out his phone.
His private phone was custom-made for easy use by the visually impaired.
With braille-designed buttons, voice input and guidance, it was convenient to check contacts.
He edited a text message: "After I'm done here, I'll find time to come back tomorrow. Tell Dad not to worry."
Then he sent it to Chu Xinyue.
Soon, a text message replied back.
The voice read word by word, reporting the message content from her:
