Sheng Li stopped practicing sword fighting. He panted because of the long hour of practice. After meeting his father, he came straight to the practice ground and kept practicing… did not know for how long! His entire body was covered in sweat. The words of his father were ringing in his ears like a bell in the temple.
Wang Hao came near him and took the sword from him. He wiped the sweat from Sheng Li's forehead, followed by the face. "The Crown Prince shall not be hard on himself. You even injured your hands," Wang Hao worriedly said as he looked down at the hands of Sheng Li.
The breathings of Sheng Li turned normal. "It is the only way I can put my mind off of the things that have already started to trouble me." Sheng Li took the handkerchief from Wang Hao and wiped his neck, and then nape.