The child seemed utterly terrified, clutching two broken fishing rods in his hands. The palace servants bustled about putting out the fire, while he stood motionless, as if his soul had fled.
Shen Wei sighed inwardly and instructed Cai Lian, "Have someone prepare a calming draught."
The horror of the fire would likely leave the boy sleepless tonight. A warm bowl of soothing medicine would help him rest.
"Little brother, Chengzhen!"
A frantic voice rang out as Li Yao came sprinting over. In her haste, she tripped and fell hard, but quickly scrambled back up and continued running toward Li Chengzhen.
Upon hearing of the fire in her brother's palace, Li Yao had been frightened out of her wits.
She had rushed here, stumbling and scrambling, desperate to find him.
Tears rolled down Li Yao's cheeks as she embraced the dazed Li Chengzhen. "Are you hurt? Let me see."
Li Chengzhen shook his head. "I'm not hurt."
Li Yao wiped her tears, still sobbing.
