The Eighth Prince was frightened by Zhao Yao's bloody mouth, but it turned out he just lost a tooth. The heart that had been in his throat could finally rest easy.
"It's alright, I lost a tooth when I was your age too."
Yu Hai brought a basin of clean water, allowing Zhao Yao to rinse his mouth.
After rinsing for a long time, the blood in his mouth was finally gone.
The Eighth Prince washed Zhao Yao's fallen tooth clean, then placed it in a small box, and immediately put it under his bed.
"Upper teeth go under the bed, lower teeth are thrown onto the roof."
Tong Xi held a mirror, and Zhao Yao looked into it, seeing a missing tooth beside his front tooth. With a wrinkled little nose, he said unhappily, "So ugly."
"It's alright, the tooth will grow back soon," the Eighth Prince gently comforted Zhao Yao.
"How long until it grows back?" Zhao Yao asked, his face displaying a terrified expression, "Eighth Brother, will I lose more teeth?"
