"Dabao!"
In the courtyard on Sishui Street, Yu Wan woke up from her nap.
"What's wrong?" Yan Jiuchao was sitting beside her. Seeing her sit up in shock, he put down the book in his hand and looked at her. "Did you dream?"
Yu Wan wiped the cold sweat off her forehead in shock. "I dreamed that Dabao fell into the water. You know, I never dream. I don't even do it at night, let alone in the day."
Yan Jiuchao did not say perfunctorily, "You miss your son too much." He turned to look in the direction of the door. "Shadow Thirteen."
Shadow Thirteen flashed the two of them. "Young Master."
Yan Jiuchao said, "To the palace."
Shadow Thirteen understood and used his qinggong.
