Everyone in Chaozhong knew prince Jing was fond of orchids. As a matter of fact, as soon as they found out he was back in the capital, various officials eagerly sent some over to gain his favor.
His wrist was bandaged, after the imperial physician had examined the wound. He had said that the bite was deep, and even after it healed, a row of teeth marks would be left behind.
Zhe Geng bowed and started his report on the earlier events. When he reached the part where Wei Luo had stabbed Wuzhou, his tone revealed some admiration: “That little girl is really powerful, the man’s face was covered in blood…” He paused. Recalling that his prince had suffered a similar treatment, he immediately shut his mouth.
Zhao Jie, however, was rather composed. He asked: “Did you take her back?”
Zhu Geng nodded, “Your subordinate made sure she went inside.” Thinking about it, he really couldn’t understand: “Your Highness, why did you let her go so easily?”
Zhao Jie stroked the table with a slender finger, smiling playfully, “Didn’t you say she was crying?”
It was difficult to imagine that menacing little girl’s crying expression. Zhao Jie found it a little regrettable to have missed seeing it.
Zhu Geng’s face displayed some embarrassment, “Yes… A moment ago, she was still fine. Who’d have guessed she would start weeping after a bit of scolding.”
Zhao Jie raised his lips. Zhu Geng was unaware of what had happened, but he could probably guess most of it. Maybe she had put on an act of crying so pitifully, so Zhu Geng would be forced to release her. If that was really the case, then that little girl was simply too crafty.