Zhi’er sobbed, but there wasn’t the slightest hint of tears in her watery eyes.
Yet her little voice was full of aggrievance.
"But Third Brother, when you lose your temper with your eyes closed, you can’t tell it’s Zhi’er!"
"What should I do if this happens again?"
Bai Yaoyu immediately promised, "Third Brother will change, from now whether awake or asleep, I won’t lose my temper so easily."
Zhi’er extended her little pinky. "Pinky promise, Third Brother can’t trick me!"
Bai Yaoyu laughed and extended his hand. "It’s a deal."
Saying this, he carefully looked into Zhi’er’s eyes.
He burst into laughter, saying, "Zhi’er, turns out you’re not crying after all!"
Zhi’er proudly lifted her chubby little face and put her hands on her hips, saying, "I was just faking it!"
"Who told Third Brother to be mean to me, I’ll scare you a little!"
Bai Yaoyu pinched her tiny nose. "You sly little ghost!"
The little one urged him to change clothes so they could go visit Xu Lianzhou.
Bai Yaoyu was putting on his outer garments while saying, "Two doctors came last night, both well renowned."
"But they said... Lord Xu’s injuries can heal, it’s just a matter of time, since he was wounded too severely."
He chose the mildest way to say it, one that the little one could accept.
Actually, the doctors shook their heads, saying the injuries were so severe that even if he’s not disabled, he won’t be able to use his arms anymore.
Moreover, all Xu Lianzhou’s martial arts skills were lost!
However, to prevent Zhi’er from being sad, Bai Yaoyu didn’t say it directly.
The little one listened, blinking her innocent large eyes, "It’s great if Uncle can recover!"
"Time is no problem, take your time! I’ll find a chance to talk to Daddy and bring Uncle to the palace for care."
Looking at Zhi’er’s soft and adorable little face.
Bai Yaoyu felt a twinge of guilt.
His sister never questions what he says.
Once he was dressed, he carried the little one to the side pavilion.
When they entered, A Kuang was sitting by the table, reading a book.
Xu Lianzhou was lying on the bed resting.
Upon seeing Zhi’er and the others arrive, A Kuang stood up immediately.
"Princess, Young Master."
The little one blinked, "Why is Brother A Kuang here too?"
Bai Yaoyu said, "I’m worried there might be no one to care for Lord Xu, and I don’t trust the servants at home as they’re clumsy, so I asked A Kuang to help."
Zhi’er said in a soft voice, "Thank you, Brother A Kuang, for taking care of my little uncle~"
A Kuang smiled gently, courteous and polite, "The Princess and the Young Master are my benefactors, it’s just a small effort, unworthy of thanks."
Their conversation gradually roused Xu Lianzhou.
"Is it Zhi’er?" His voice was still somewhat hoarse.
Zhi’er quickly got down from Bai Yaoyu’s arms and raced over.
"Uncle, I’ve come to see you!"
The little one observed Xu Lianzhou’s injuries.
The bleeding from several wounds on his body had stopped.
His hands, legs, and body were all wrapped in bandages.
A strong medicinal smell lingered around.
Zhi’er noticed his complexion had improved a lot.
She asked softly, "Uncle, does anything still hurt?"
Xu Lianzhou gently shook his head.
"Thanks to Zhi’er, Young Master, and Young Master Jun’s care, I feel much better."
Speaking, he looked towards Bai Yaoyu and A Kuang beside him.
"Could I have a word with Zhi’er alone?"
Bai Yaoyu halted, looking at Zhi’er.
The little one waved to him.
It was only then that he and A Kuang nodded and left.
After the door was closed, Xu Lianzhou reached out with a trembling hand to touch his hair.
Then, he pulled hard.
Into his palm fell a small, flat iron piece, threaded with some hair strands, about the size of a pinky finger.