Ye Qichi finished treating Song Yanqing's wound and gave him anti-inflammatory medicine, instructing the servants to wait by the door for Song Yanqing to wake up, then left the guest room with Little Wu.
"Can Lord Song still be saved?" Little Wu asked.
He had previously thought that Lord Song was going to die.
When the Princess Consort was treating the wound, Song Yanqing didn't move at all, which made him even more convinced that Lord Song wouldn't make it.
"If it were someone else, they would have died," Ye Qichi said with a light smile.
"You mean Lord Song has a strong will to live," Little Wu deduced.
"What I mean is, my medical skills are exceptional."
"..." Could he admit that he liked Princess Consort's immodest and unrestrained character?!
"You should go back to the Imperial Palace early," Ye Qichi advised Little Wu.
"No, the Prince has ordered me to accompany the Princess Consort, and I must do so," Little Wu said resolutely.
Ye Qichi rolled her eyes.
