113 BeWitched

The next day.

In the back garden of Plum Pavilion. BaiYing sat with his two maids enjoying the morning sun, his head on his chin, and took several deep breaths.

"Heh"

Yan and Bi glanced at each other, asking each other what made Concubine Hua wake up so early and sit with such a frown on his face.

He didn't even back to his room after last night's incident and slept on one of the beds in the maid's mess which made the two maids awkward. The Crown Prince was too tired of coaxing him back into his pavilion and probably headed straight to his work that morning. Princess aYa, that culprit was probably still sleeping soundly in her room.

"Your Majesty, em, Yan and I thought, that, last night Your Majesty was too harsh on the Crown Prince," Bi said, BaiYing raised his head, looked at Bi, and then Yan agreed.