Father made sure one of his physicians looked me over before even addressing my abduction with me. I had little information to share, but still did so to entertain myself while the old man looked me over for any hidden wounds.
"I overheard one of them saying that someone had paid them to kill me. No mention of a ransom or anything similar had ever been made.” After I finished speaking, my father grumbled under his breath, frowned, and looked out through the doorway of his quarters, where the guards had escorted us. I knew him well enough to know that he was thinking furiously, trying to glean any clue of hidden meaning in the words I had recited, so I gave him some time to ponder in silence before asking that weighed heavily on my mind. “Dada, what happened to Bao Hu?”
His face tensed, and his posture became even more rigid. It was evident that he was restraining himself from using profanity and expressing his anger in my presence.