"You should re-dress your wound, Princely Heir," Jiang Shi advised, taking out medicine and a cotton cloth. "Otherwise, if the Miss sees it, she'll surely scold you again."
Lu Zhan recalled his cousin's admonitions before he left, and a faint smile touched his lips. He nodded. "Alright."
"My, my. Aren't we different, now that we have a fiancée to dote on us," Duan Ling quipped from his squatting position nearby, his tone dripping with mock envy.
Lu Zhan shot him a look. "You're not getting any younger yourself. You should settle your own marriage when we get back to the Capital."
The corner of Duan Ling's mouth twitched. He retorted teasingly, "A man with a fiancée really is different. You even sound like one of the family elders when you talk."
Lu Zhan: "..."
As they prepared to depart, he whispered an order to Jiang Shi.
Jiang Shi nodded.
A short while later, Jiang Shi quietly slipped away from the group.
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「Capital City, the Eastern Palace.」
