"Should we check on him?" he asked, his tone flat but his meaning was clear.
Lu Zi Zhen didn't glance at him, his expression calm and detached as always, "Who? Ting Zhou?" he asked lightly, though he already knew.
Lu Ting Cheng's jaw tightened faintly, "Mn," he murmured in affirmation, "It's been hours since he was brought back unconscious. He should be waking up by now."
Zi Zhen's lips curved faintly at the corners, almost a smile, though his obsidian eyes remained as cold and unreadable as ever. "Grandmother is with him," he said nonchalantly, his stride unhurried as they turned the corner towards their private wings. "She will call if there's anything urgent."
They reached the carved wooden door of his personal study room. Lu Zi Zhen paused, turning to his brother with that same faint, almost careless smile.
