Gu Jiao couldn't carefully examine their injuries at night, and it wasn't until they were on the carriage that she discovered varying degrees of bruises and scrapes on them, all from knocks and falls along the way.
Xiao Hen had already been waiting at the entrance of the National Master Hall for quite some time.
Gu Changqing and Gu Jiao got off the carriage, holding the children in their arms.
Xiao Hen briskly walked over, and seeing the pitiable state of the two little ones, his gaze grew cold.
He turned to Gu Jiao and Gu Changqing, "You're both alright?"
"We're fine."
This trip, Gu Changqing and she indeed had no serious trouble, it was only the two little ones who had suffered greatly.
"Let me." Xiao Hen reached out to take the child, Little Jingkong, from Gu Changqing's arms.
Little Jingkong, in a rare move, did not protest, though he had a grim expression on his face, his body was honest.
He obediently nestled into Xiao Hen's arms, breathing in the scent of his body.
