Han Soi stood in the courtyard for a long time, the cold wind biting at the red mark on his cheek where his father had struck him.
Slowly, the raw fury in his eyes began to settle into a focused calm. He looked toward the inner sanctum of the temple.
His father was here.
The Second Prince of the Land Empire was here.
He could not allow anyone to hurt Yue Yue or his son.
He took a deep breath, composed his messy thoughts, and walked toward the inner sanctum.
His heart was heavy with the burden of protection.
When he reached Yue Yue's room, he opened the door quietly, expecting to find her resting in peace.
Instead, his blood turned to ice.
Yue Yue was indeed sleeping soundly, her hand resting protectively on the egg incubator.
But she was not alone. Lying right beside her, with an arm draped possessively over her waist and his head leaning against her shoulder, was Feng Yansheng.
The holy High Priest looked entirely too comfortable, his eyes closed as he shared her warmth.
