Should I tell him? Can I trust him? He is her grandson. He has loved her his whole life. What if he does not believe me? What if he tells her what I said?
"Su Yan?" Yifeng's voice was gentle and concerned. "You look frightened."
"I am not—" She stopped. Started again. "Your Highness—"
"Yifeng."
"Yifeng." She took a shaky breath. "I.…I cannot. Not yet. Please do not ask me to."
Something flickered across his face, hurt, perhaps, or frustration, but he smoothed it away quickly. "Alright," he said softly. "When you are ready, then."
He smiled, but it did not quite reach his eyes. "How are your patients? Any new cases?"
Soyeon seized on the change of subject gratefully. "Nothing life threatening, thank the heavens. But yesterday a small child came to the medical hall. He could not have been more than five years old. He tugged on my sleeve and said, 'Thank you for saving my daddy, Lady Physician.'" She smiled at the memory. "It was very sweet."
