After the household doctor's urgent care, Prince Zhao's bleeding was finally stopped.
Because of the injury on his back, he couldn't lie flat and could only lie face down on the bed. His torso was wrapped in thick gauze, and his legs were held in place with wooden splints to set the bones.
Gao Shan saw the household doctor out and sent someone to the kitchen to brew the medicine.
Hua Manman knelt by the bed, gazing at Prince Zhao with wide, worried eyes.
"Didn't you say you'd just get a scolding and then be confined at home to reflect for a while? You lied to me."
Li Ji reached out, patted her head, and said with a smile.
"The Crown Prince is dead. Someone has to take the blame. Just getting beaten a little is already considered a very light punishment."
Hua Manman couldn't understand. "You're this injured, and you can still smile?"
Li Ji still had his usual lazy air about him as he said nonchalantly.
