Luo Chen looked deeply at Xiao Qi.

Could it be that fools have their own fortune, which was why Luo Sheng treated this dark-skinned boy differently?

Others might not have noticed, but he distinctly felt Luo Sheng’s regard for Xiao Qi.

That kind of attention that seemed casual but was actually constantly mindful.

At least Luo Sheng gave Xiao Qi more attention than she gave him.

Luo Chen reached out to support himself against the persimmon tree, falling into contemplation.

This was somewhat contrary to reason—clearly he was Luo Sheng’s younger brother, and he was better looking than the dark-skinned boy.

“I guessed right!” Xiao Qi was quite excited.

After all, moments when he was this clever were rare.

The dark-faced youth looked left and right, then raised his head to stare at the persimmons swaying at the treetop.

The persimmons were bright red, plump and round, pleasing and enticing.

Xiao Qi rubbed his hands together: “Young Master Luo, let me pick a persimmon for you to eat.”

“Persimmon?” Luo Chen frowned.

Xiao Qi pointed with his hand: “Look, there are still several persimmons on the tree. Persimmons that remain until this time are very sweet.”

Luo Chen also looked up and, under the interweaving of moonlight and lamplight, saw a few scattered red persimmons.

In the faint night, the red persimmons were like huge rubies, inviting one to pluck them.

“How can you pick them from such a height?”

Xiao Qi patted his chest: “I can climb trees! Young Master Luo, have you ever climbed a tree?”

Luo Chen pursed his lips without speaking.

Was being able to climb trees something to be proud of?

“Young Master Luo, just wait.” Xiao Qi rubbed his hands together, gripped the tree trunk with both hands, and climbed up like an agile monkey in two or three moves.

He quickly climbed high up, reached out to pick a persimmon, and waved it at Luo Chen: “Young Master Luo, look, I picked one.”

Luo Chen looked up, a faint envy welling up in his eyes, though his mouth said: “So what if you picked it? Such a small persimmon clearly won’t taste good.”

“That’s not true.” Xiao Qi took a bite of the persimmon in his hand and immediately squinted his eyes. “It’s very sweet, especially delicious.”

Luo Chen’s expression darkened.

Only then did Xiao Qi react: “I said it was for Young Master Luo, so why did I eat it?”

Having said this, he smiled sheepishly at the youth below the tree: “Since I’ve already taken a bite, I might as well eat it all.”

Thus Luo Chen watched helplessly as the dark-faced youth sat in the tree and ate an entire persimmon clean, without even peeling it.

This was bullying him for not knowing how to climb trees, wasn’t it? Luo Chen thought darkly.

Having finished eating the persimmon, Xiao Qi wiped his hands on his clothes and grinned: “Young Master Luo, just wait. I’ll pick the biggest persimmon for you.”

He looked around and soon set his sights on the red persimmon hanging at the highest point, nimbly climbing upward.

Luo Chen tilted his head slightly, watching the dark-faced youth climb higher and higher with inexplicable alarm, frowning: “I don’t want that persimmon. The persimmon not far from your hand looks quite good.”

Xiao Qi waved at Luo Chen: “Young Master Luo, you don’t understand—the higher up the persimmon, the more sunlight and dew it receives, so it will be sweeter.”

Luo Chen’s thin lips pressed into a line.

Again saying he didn’t understand.

Why should he understand which persimmons were sweet?

“Just come down. I don’t want to eat anymore.” Luo Chen said indifferently.

Climbing so high for a single persimmon—what a fool.

Xiao Qi thought Luo Chen had grown impatient waiting. While speeding up his climb, he turned his head: “Young Master Luo, wait just a bit longer, I’ll reach it soon—”

Luo Chen had been keeping his head raised watching Xiao Qi when he suddenly noticed the branch Xiao Qi was gripping trembled.

In that instant, he involuntarily shouted: “Watch out—”

Before the words finished, the branch broke and Xiao Qi’s foot slipped as he fell.

Luo Chen almost instinctively rushed forward a step and reached out to catch him.

Xiao Qi heavily crashed onto Luo Chen, knocking him down.

A scream immediately rang out.

The burly man chopping wood by the wall threw down his axe and came running.

Luosai Huzi, who was washing dishes in the kitchen, ran out right after, followed by Xiu Yue.

The main hall was full of wine patrons, noisy and lively.

Luo Sheng sat by the counter. Faintly hearing a commotion from the back courtyard, her heart somehow jumped, and she stood up to walk toward the back.

Wei Han held his wine cup, his brows slightly furrowed.

He had just heard screams coming from the wine shop’s back courtyard. If he hadn’t heard wrong, it should be Young Master Luo and Xiao Qi’s voices.

Wei Han set his wine cup down on the table and went after Luo Sheng.

Minister Zhao, slightly tipsy, asked Shi Yan, who was about to follow: “Where is the Prince going? Why did he go inside?”

“The Prince went to relieve himself.” Shi Yan casually made up an excuse and quickly followed.

The courtyard was already in chaos.

With Luo Chen as a cushion, Xiao Qi wasn’t injured anywhere, just hadn’t snapped out of the shock yet and looked around blankly.

Luosai Huzi hurriedly pulled Xiao Qi up, muttering continuously: “It’s over, it’s over…”

If Xiao Qi had crushed Young Master Luo to death, they would all lose their heads, wouldn’t they?

“Young Master Luo, Young Master Luo—” Several people crowded around calling out.

Luo Chen lay on the ground with his eyes tightly closed, his face pale, his expression pained, looking completely unconscious.

“What happened?” Luo Sheng’s voice rang out.

Xiu Yue immediately found her anchor and said urgently: “Xiao Qi fell from the tree and landed on Young Master Luo…”

The burly man beside her slapped himself: “It’s my fault! I actually saw Xiao Qi climbing the tree to pick persimmons, but thinking children playing was a good thing, I didn’t stop him. I didn’t expect Xiao Qi to slip and fall, and Young Master Luo reached out to catch him, and as a result—”

Luo Sheng listened to all this while lowering her head to check on Luo Chen’s condition.

“Luo Chen.” She called out.

The youth showed no response.

“Mistress, let me carry Young Master Luo into a room first.” Luosai Huzi said shamefacedly.

What kind of situation was this—Xiao Qi climbed a tree to pick persimmons and fell, and Young Master Luo got knocked senseless trying to catch him…

That wretched boy Xiao Qi would need a good beating later.

A voice came: “Don’t move him carelessly first.”

Wei Han strode over, crouched down to examine Luo Chen’s various parts, and said to Luo Sheng: “His ribs aren’t broken. As for whether his head suffered a concussion, that requires further assessment—”

Having said this, his eyes tightened as he reached out and lifted Luo Chen’s hem.

Luo Chen was wearing a moon-white robe today, and the bloodstain at the hem was particularly obvious.

Wei Han quickly made a judgment: “He must have been cut by something sharp.”

“Where is the injury?” Luo Sheng appeared relatively calm.

It wasn’t that she wasn’t worried, just that having experienced so many events, emotions like worry and panic could be well hidden.

From the moment she opened her eyes as Miss Luo, she had been connected to Luo Chen.

Especially after she fell into the water and Luo Chen actively dove in to save her—from that moment on, she had no way to treat this awkward yet kind-hearted youth as a complete stranger.

She didn’t want to see this youth come to harm.

Looking at the position of the bloodstain on the hem, he could be injured at the waist or buttocks.

If he was truly injured at the waist, that would be hard to say.

“I’ll carry him inside first. Miss Luo, please send someone to the medical clinic across the street to fetch a physician.”

The clinic across the street was A Medical Clinic opened by Divine Physician Li. Considering how difficult Divine Physician Li was to request, Wei Han felt that having Luo Sheng ask would obviously be better than him doing so.

“Much obliged, Prince.” Luo Sheng nodded slightly.