It was the first time for Song Qinhan to see Little Shitou in such a feeble status. So when he touched the tears on Little Shitou’s face, he felt his fingers were pricked by thousand needles while his heart was stabbed through in pain, making him unable to breath.

He gently patted Little Shitou on the back, and then comforted tenderly, “I’m right here, baby, Femi Daddy is right here, don’t be afraid. From now on, no one is allowed to bully you anymore. It’s all my fault to entrust the outsider with you. Baby Shitou, don’t be afraid, let’s drink this all and everything will be fine…”

Little Shitou slowly took out his head from Song Qinghan’s chest, and just as he found himself being stared by Song Qinghan in tenderness, the bawling sound of his gradually faded away and in the end it turned into an intermittent sob, and became quite obedient to drink the medical soup Song Qinghan had just made.

“Woo-woo, bad bad…”

Seeing that Little Shitou still looked aggrieved after drinking half of the medical soup and tried his best to accused Utan of the evil things he had done by his toddler language, Song Qinghan gripped even tighter as if he would arrest Utan right now and treat this guy in the same way he treated Little Shitou if he could.

Little Shitou had always been an adorably well-behaved boy himself. There would be a rare thing if someone ever showed his hatred to this little toddler, so what Utan did was indeed beyond his expectation. He never had thought that this guy would do something worse than a beast.

Song Qinghan pursed his lips and he then raised his head to glance at Wu Dahu who was lying on the bed in coma, he sighed slightly and murmured, “You never know how desperate I am right now, and I want you to wake up so badly. Please wake up, Dahu, at least for the sake of Little Shitou, wake up and take us out of here. I am really afraid now that he probably will make us die one day…”

It was true that Mork currently seemed to support him in some ways, but who was able to make sure of it anyway?

Utan was just like a vulture in the grasslands, if he ever found a chance to take advantage of it, he would definitely make a scheme to murder.

As for Wu Dahu, he was now chosen by Utan as a bridegroom-to-be, so there was no actual danger posted on him. However, Song Qinghan was quite confident that once Utan one day lost his interest on Wu Dahu, he would probably start resorting to murder Wu Dahu as well since he was the superior infanta and they were just the captives.

The night almost fell after Song Qinghan finished feeding Little Shitou, he put away the utensils and packed them all back to the kitchen, treated himself with a simple dinner with leftovers and then came back to the tent where Wu Dahu stayed together with Little Shitou.

Memories flocked in his mind, and he recalled the day when he first transmigrated to here, he ate everything in a slow manner even though what he ate was no more than a bowl of congee. But now, it seemed that even a drop of water was a treasure for him, and he definitely would choose to pig out if he was allowed to.

He smiled bitterly, unfolded the quilt and then placed Little Shitou between him and Wu Dahu. He lied on his side facing Wu Dahu, and seemingly he had thousand words he wanted to confess to Wu Dahu in his mind.

Probably he was so exhausted that he had an illusion that Wu Dahu was moving his fingers slightly. However, when he attempted to get closer to have a clearer observation, he found nothing but the deadly silence over there.

Of course it was an illusion for sure. How was that possible for someone to come back to his senses after a ‘craniotomy’ operation?

Influenced by the aftermath of the man-made evil scheme, Little Shitou was experiencing an upset moment sleeping. He sobbed and cried intermittently from his bad dreams, and he did not stop unless Song Qinghan comforted him in the arms.

After tossing and turning back and forth a few times, the next morning finally came. Song Qinghan got up without wasting time, and reached out to check the condition of Wu Dahu. He then summoned the doctor who was in charge of taking the pulse to guard here, and then went to the kitchen with Little Shitou to make their breakfast.

However, when he came back to the tent from the kitchen, he found that Mork and Utan were right there standing and waiting. In addition, their eyes demonstrated some strangeness for some reasons.

Song Qinghan frowned and asked directly, “Is there anything you need?”

“Yes,” Mork answered, “I will leave for somewhere for the time being, we’re here to inform you. You can go find Utan if you need anything, he will try his best to help you out.”

Song Qinghan’s heart tightened and he asked subconsciously, “Where are you leaving for? And how long will it take?”

Utan suddenly chuckled and then raised his eyebrows and uttered, “He who doesn’t know everything would believe that you might get a relationship with our Master. You’ve got so many questions! Or are you afraid that I will eat you?”

Taking a glance at Utan who possessed a solid body as a real bulky man, Song Qinghan was quite speechless, because instead of worrying that he would be eaten by this guy, how Wu Dahu would be ‘eaten’ by the guy ready to be in charge should be what he worried the most currently.

Noticing that there seemed to be another quarrel between the two, Mork took the initiative to speak, “There is a sporadic turbulence at the back side of our supreme headquarter, and I have to check it out, and I will be coming back within days. If you are still uneasy with this idea, take this bone pendant of mine.”

It could be seen that Utan’s pupils suddenly shrank at the moment he saw the bone pendant. He suddenly cried, “Your Highness, this is the one of…”

Mork took a glance at Utan without any mood swings, and then he continued to say after Utan shut his mouth, “Even though you two now still got conflict between, but I believe that you soon will welcome the reconciliation because we will be in the same family sooner or later. Try to negotiate straightforwardly if you guys have complaints and meet each other half way, do you understand?”

Although Utan remained his silence there, he seemed to have reached an agreement with Mork.

However, Song Qinghan stood there dumbfounded, it seemed that it was quite a confusing show for him to understand the intention of Mork. What did ‘In the same family’ actually mean though? Did he mean that Qingmu Region was soon to be conquered? Or otherwise, how was that possible for him being as a Qingmu resident to become a family member of barbarians’ royal family?

Mork catgut the confusion hidden in Song Qinghan’s eyes, but he did not come to explain purposely, and he waved his hand to Utan and then uttered again in a deep voice, “I got some other affairs and need you to negotiate together, give them some peace.”

Staring at the duo’s backs, Song Qinghan couldn’t help but feel a bit cold on his back, as if someone unseen was trying to stab through his back behind him. Creepy!

He looked his head to look at the bone pendant in his hand and couldn’t help but go out to ask the doctor standing beside him, “Do you know what this is?”

The appearance of the bone pendant seemed to shock the doctor for a brief moment, but soon the doctor came to answer without hesitation, “This, umm, this is a symbol representing for the superior identity, everyone, including the Infanta Utan, has to pay his salute to the one who carries this bone pendant.”

After the man’s statement, Song Qinghan finally sighed out of great relief.

No wonder Utan was quite shocked when he noticed the bone pendant. It turned out that he was afraid of nothing but the threat to his top position.

After figuring out everything in mind, Song Qinghan then wore the bone pendant around his waist where the little gadget was showed off in the most highlighting spot. He then turned around and entered the tent again, carefully helped Wu Dahu change the medicine.

Utan showed up again after Song Qinghan finished handling everything. And this time he was coming alone.

Seeing that Song Qinghan was frowning, Utan delivered a smile, and then pretended to be generous and uttered, “Don’t you worry, I don’t want you to misunderstand me, I am actually quite amiable to everyone.”

Noticing that Utan was approaching step by step, Song Qinghan reached out and grabbed the bone pendant, and then he responded in a deep voice, “Get your eyes on this, I think you should pay salute to this bone pendant, right?”

Sure enough, Utan’s expression suddenly changed. But it was neither happy face nor a sorrow one. He took a while before bending slightly and whispering, “Indeed, but we barbarians have never been bound by etiquette, otherwise our Master would not have given you this piece of bone pendant.”

Song Qinghan did not care whether they were bound by etiquette or not, he only knew the fact that this bone pendant was indeed useful to restrain the behavior of Utan. Well, that was quite good enough for him currently.

“What do you want? Confess or leave us alone.”

Utan stared at Song Qinghan deeply with his eyes seemingly imbued with wrath. But later it all became peacefulness, and he then waved his hand to outside, motioning the servant to pass him the bowl, and then turned to Song Qinghan again, saying with a smile, “It was my fault to scare your son yesterday, and this is a gift to amend my mistake. Drink it.”