Wesley Ling rubbed his eyes and touched his side again, but did not touch the person next to him. He yawned and looked up at the door. Ivan Li didn’t see it, but instead saw Feng Ning being busy.
“Master, have you woke up? The breakfast is ready, and it’s heating up in the kitchen.” Feng Ning hurriedly stepped forward to wait for Wesley Ling to get up.
Wesley Ling took the towel and wiped his face, and said, “Where is Yingfei? Did you go to the barracks or enter the palace?”
“The prince did not go anywhere, he is practicing martial arts in the yard.” Feng Ning smiled.
As he was talking, Ivan Li walked in with a sweat-wiping towel in his hand.
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