No. This wasn't something he could leave in their hands. That's why he had to escape, why he had to get stronger now.
He closed his eyes, retreating inward.
…
The Next Day
Feng Jiai's voice rang through the chamber like a songbird learning to whine.
"Mmmnnnnggh… I'm booooored," she cried, flopping onto a cushion with exaggerated despair. "There's nothing to doooo. I wanna grow flowers! Pretty, colorful flowers!"
The two palace maids blinked at her sudden outburst. She rolled over and clasped her hands like a child begging for sweets.
"Can I have some flower pots? With dirt and water? Pleaaase? I wanna grow something beautiful while we're forced to remain here."
The maids exchanged an uncertain glance.
"…Should we really be letting them?"
"What's the harm? It's just a few pots with earth and flowers…" the other whispered, smiling. "Let the girl play."
They approached Feng with fond smiles, pinching her soft cheeks with playful affection.
