Xiqiu smiled slightly, and suddenly there was a bang behind her, followed by Lyuzhu's crying. When Xiqiu turned to look, she saw Lyuzhu had knocked over a glass goblet, her fingers cut by the broken shards. Lyuzhu held her finger and wailed, and Third Madam came over, repeatedly asking, "My dear, my dear."
Lyuzhu raised her finger, crying tumultuously, "What a stupid thing, it actually cut my finger, Mom, it hurts so much!"
Third Madam hurriedly took out a handkerchief to wipe her hand, and Xiqiu asked, "Is it serious? Do you need the Imperial Physician?"
"No need!" Third Madam replied, then took out a small bottle of ointment from the pocket hanging on her waist, pulled out the stopper, and poured it on Lyuzhu's finger. Immediately, the bleeding stopped, and Lyuzhu, relieving her pain, sobbed while leaning on Third Madam.
Xiqiu felt a bit awkward and asked, "Is everything okay?"
