Talks Among the Conscious.

Once Li Jun had disappeared into the Infirmary, Lan JiRen cleared his throat and looked at the guards standing outside.

"To be fair, I carried Ji Ru earlier instead of using a Levitator, and there was nothing odd about that." Lan JiRen said reading their expressions. The guards glanced at each other.

"Yeah but… Ji Ru is our friend. We love him. We feel the same about Tai Yang… But his majesty hasn't gotten to know Tai Yang as we do. He hates him… So why?" A young-looking guard asked.

Lan JiRen sighed. "… Let's leave it as he got carried away thinking Tai Yang looked like Princess Xiao Xia, and that's why he was being so… so…"

"Loving?" Someone in the group provided.

"EWW! No, don't say that. Envisioning it is weird." Someone else said.

The group started to argue amongst themselves.

"Oi! But didn't Tai Yang willingly run in there? Look, he made me hold his boobs." The guard held up the prosthesis.