The man wore a golden crown and was handsome, tall, and imposing. He was none other than King Qi, Mo Yuanhao.
"Greetings, Prince Qi. Greetings, Princess."
Upon seeing them, Pei Yu paused slightly and promptly bowed to the two.
Mo Zhaozhao did not even glance at him and immediately rushed to the bedside, tearfully looking at Yun Wanyao.
"Ah Yao, you're awake? When did you wake up? How do you feel? Is there anywhere you're feeling unwell?"
Yun Wanyao held her hand and softly smiled to comfort her, "Princess, don't worry. I'm not in serious trouble. I just need some rest."
"Really? Ah Yao, it's all my fault. Yesterday, I let you return alone. I should have sent someone to escort you back to the mansion. I'm sorry..."
As she spoke, Mo Zhaozhao's eyes turned red again.
Fortunately, Ah Yao wasn't seriously harmed; otherwise, she wouldn't know what to do.
