Wu Jian and Hou Jingshu woke up early the next morning.
Because they were going to the royal palace, they did not wear their normal attire. Wu Jian had tried to put on his normal martial gi. Hou Jingshu, however, was having none of it.
“You’re going to see my father. Even if he’s not conscious for the meeting, it’s very rude to wear something so shabby in front of the emperor.”
He didn’t deny there was truth to her words, and his martial artist gi was getting shabby. There were tears and several threads near the hem were coming undone. This gi had been through a lot. Thinking about it now, this was the same outfit that Xing Zhenya had bought him almost a year ago.
Has it really been a year? Feels like much longer.