The two women saw Jessica Bolton and hurried over. The Foster Family, looking anxious, stepped forward and asked, “Your Highness, I heard you were injured in a dispute at the market and even summoned the imperial physician for treatment. How is your injury?”

Jessica Bolton then remembered that his shoulder seemed to have suffered a minor wound. Seeing the worry on the two women’s faces, he smiled and briefly recounted what had happened. Only then did The Foster Family and The Miller Family realize that the imperial physician had been called to treat the little girl, and both let out a sigh of relief.

“Your Highness, it looks like your shoulder is quite badly hurt. You should have the imperial physician take a look,” The Miller Family, ever attentive, noticed the tear and bloodstain on his shoulder—when Jessica Bolton had returned to the residence earlier, he’d been busy discussing matters with Samuel White and hadn’t even had time to change his clothes.

“It’s nothing, just a minor scratch. It was already bandaged at the market, so there’s no need to worry,” Jessica Bolton replied casually, eager to find a quiet place to study the “War Soul” that Samuel White had given him.

But when The Foster Family and The Miller Family heard that the wound had only been treated simply at the market, they refused to let it go and insisted on reapplying medicine and re-bandaging it. Unable to decline, Jessica Bolton had to give in. Looking at the elegant and refined surroundings, he suddenly felt a bit nervous—this was, after all, The Foster Family’s bedroom in the inner residence. Seeing The Foster Family and The Miller Family bringing silk ribbons and herbs, he quickly said, “These… let the servants handle it…”

“Those servants are clumsy and careless. How could I be at ease…” The Foster Family said as she stepped forward and carefully helped him remove his upper garment, revealing the bandaged wound.

Jessica Bolton and The Foster Family were now very close, and the faint fragrance from her body filled his nose, making his heart beat faster. Though The Foster Family and The Miller Family were perhaps not quite as beautiful as Yuxian, they were still rare beauties, exuding the charm and allure of mature young women. Such intimate contact with beautiful women—he couldn’t possibly feel nothing. He suddenly felt parched, and his long-suppressed desires began to stir.

The Foster Family noticed Jessica Bolton’s discomfort, but unaware of his inner passion, she simply thought he, as before, disliked her and her sister. She suddenly sighed, her eyes misting over, and said softly, “Your Highness, you’ve been indulging in pleasures outside, and lately you’ve treated us sisters as if we were tigers. This fragrant boudoir… I fear you’ve long forgotten it…”

“Elder sister… tending to His Highness’s injury is more important right now…” The Miller Family said, though she couldn’t hide the sorrow in her beautiful eyes.

Jessica Bolton was aware of some of “his” past romantic escapades. Seeing his two wives so sad, he couldn’t help but sigh: Now that all knots in his heart were untied, there was no need to hold back anymore. These two wives were virtuous, beautiful, gentle, and caring—only a fool would fail to cherish them. He’d neglected them for so long, which was truly a waste, and had even avoided them as if they were the plague—he really had wronged them.

Just as The Foster Family was about to secretly wipe away her tears, her hand was suddenly grasped by the Prince of Shou: “These days, you two virtuous wives have suffered.”

Since their “husband” had recovered, this was the first time The Foster Family and The Miller Family had been addressed so sincerely. The two women exchanged glances, surprise and delight on their faces.

Jessica Bolton pulled The Miller Family over as well. “I haven’t fully recovered recently, and the imperial physician secretly advised me to avoid women, so I’ve neglected you two. Please forgive me. Now that I’m well again, I feel my temperament has changed greatly, and I deeply regret the past. From now on, I will change my ways, cherish and love you both, and grow old together.”

Jessica Bolton’s words were skillful—not only did he explain why he’d been avoiding the two women, but he also gave a dignified excuse for his “change,” so as not to arouse suspicion. The Foster Family and The Miller Family both trembled, hardly able to believe their ears.

“Your Highness… you really have changed so much, it’s as if you’re a different person…” The Foster Family looked at her husband’s gentle face, and at last, tears of joy streamed down her cheeks. “I’m so happy…”

Jessica Bolton was filled with emotion and said nothing more. He hugged them both tightly, one in each arm. The two women, overwhelmed with joy, wept in his embrace. The Prince of Shou comforted them with gentle words, but unexpectedly, their sobs only grew louder, like pear blossoms in the rain, as if to wash away all the pent-up sorrow of so long. He was at a loss, his chest soaked with their tears. Of course, the warm, curvaceous bodies of these beauties also caused a certain wolf, long deprived of female company, to have a very obvious physical reaction.

The Foster Family noticed the change in his lower body and naturally understood what was happening. Her pretty face flushed red, and she felt a bit of anticipation herself. Suddenly, she realized her head was resting on Jessica Bolton’s injured shoulder, and she quickly pulled away from his embrace. “Oh, sister… His Highness’s wound hasn’t been bandaged yet…” The Miller Family, hearing this, wiped away her tears and hurried to fetch the herbs.

When they untied the bloodstained silk scarf, they were surprised to find that the skin on Jessica Bolton’s shoulder was smooth and unblemished, without the slightest trace of injury, as if he had never been hurt at all. Jessica Bolton looked at his “wound,” which didn’t even have a scar, and was also astonished. He clearly remembered there had been a bloody sword wound there—not deep, but a real injury. It definitely shouldn’t look perfectly fine now; the bloodstain on the scarf was proof enough.