Lu Zhan paused, glancing at his left arm. "I forgot."
"How can you forget something like getting injured?" Zhi Wan's brow furrowed in disapproval. "Did you drink your medicine tonight?"
Lu Zhan: "…"
Zhi Wan's expression was stern. "Cousin, can't you take better care of yourself?"
Lu Zhan was about to explain that it was just a minor injury, but Zhi Wan had already turned her head to call for someone. "Shuang'er, go next door and see if my cousin's medicine is ready. If it is, bring it over."
'I'll have to watch him drink it myself.'
'He's so much trouble.'
'He gets injured, refuses his medicine, and wants to drink alcohol instead.'
'He has so little regard for his own health.'
Lu Zhan: "…"
A moment later, Shuang'er returned with a bowl of medicine.
"Miss, the Princely Heir's medicine is ready."
"Give it to me." Zhi Wan stood, took the bowl, and placed it in front of Lu Zhan. Then she poured out his cup of tea.
