Linghu Xinglang picked up the medicine bowl, took the spoon, and stirred the decoction to cool it down. "Since ancient times, monarchs have been fickle," he said. "Since you left, why bother coming back?"
"You don't like me being by his side," Yuwen Junan replied, bypassing the question. He stared at the person on the bed, noting that the man’s brows and eyes truly bore an eighty-percent resemblance to his own. His face darkened, and he countered, "So you found him a monk?"
"A monarch is a monarch," Linghu Xinglang said, holding the spoon of medicine before his eyes until the steam faded, before feeding it to Monk Wugou’s lips. "If it isn't him, it will be someone else. Your sister is a consort among the Quanrong, and you are a royal relative there. Isn't that better than returning to be a male pet?"
Chapter 172