Su Xiaoxiao was sleeping soundly with the little packrat in her arms when there was suddenly a commotion outside the house. She turned around in a daze, let go of the little packrat, and crawled into Wei Ting's arms.
The sudden hug made Wei Ting's heart soften.
She had come at the wrong time.
He frowned and looked unhappily at the closed door.
"Young Master…"
"Got it."
Wei Ting replied in a low voice. The guard outside the door did not say anything else.
Wei Ting didn't wake Su Xiaoxiao and the three little fellows up. He put on his clothes and opened the door. "What happened?"
The guard reported, "Helian Ye was killed this morning."
Wei Ting was a little surprised. "Killed?"
The guard said, "He's being resuscitated, but the imperial physician said… he can't be saved."
Wei Ting glanced at him. "This isn't an expression of good news."
