Song Zhiyuan glanced over at the youngest, who was about to show off.
Song Zhiyu: "..."
He shrank back.
Can't afford to provoke him.
The maid served the tea and then quietly withdrew.
Song Zhiyuan took a sip of tea first, then looked at Niu Pan'er.
Song Zhiyu instinctively sat up straight, here it comes.
"The news of Prince Dingbei's serious injury has also reached the palace, the Emperor has already sent an Imperial Physician, rest assured."
Actually, sending an Imperial Physician is just a gesture. Prince Dingbei's side must have reliable military doctors or even famous doctors. Otherwise, if wounded, waiting for the capital to send an Imperial Physician would take too long.
Niu Pan'er understood this too, stood up and bowed slightly toward the direction of the Imperial Palace, expressing gratitude for the Emperor's grace.
