Serena Feng and Prince Nolan were well aware of the little spat between Dorian Owen and Sean Xuan. But since the matter hadn’t blown up in front of them, they simply pretended not to know.
If they got involved, there’d be no way to untangle things—especially with Beanie’s tendency to make a fuss. Even when he’s clearly in the wrong, he’ll find a way to argue he’s right.
Neither Prince Nolan nor Serena wanted to invite trouble, so they simply pushed it aside…
As soon as Little Dumpling set out, Prince Nolan and Serena shifted their focus to him. Although the shadow guards couldn’t follow him into the Imperial Mausoleum, they could still protect him outside.
"With the Eighteen Riders and the Snow Wolves there, Little Dumpling will be fine." Prince Nolan knew that ever since Rory set off, Serena had been worried sick—afraid something might happen to him.
After all, Little Dumpling wasn’t just the empire’s heir—he was the only heir, their only son. If anything happened to him, neither Serena nor Prince Nolan could bear it.
"I’m not worried." Serena was worried sick, but she couldn’t admit it now. After all, she was the one who agreed to let Little Dumpling go to the Imperial Mausoleum.
"Good, then don’t worry." Prince Nolan just smiled, saying no more. Some things only needed to be understood between husband and wife, but…
Prince Nolan’s smile was just too annoying. Serena shot him a fierce glare. "No laughing."
"What, I can’t even laugh now?" Prince Nolan raised an eyebrow, his grin only growing wider.