Wan Rong handed him the medical fee and sent the person away.
After returning, she commanded the kitchen to brew the medicine.
Ye Qian reminded him a few times to take care of his injury and not to neglect his studies, and then went off to work on her embroidery.
The elderly lady of the Liu Mansion, her mother-in-law, was to celebrate her grand birthday in a month. Ye Qian's embroidery skills were exceptional; she had spent half a month embroidering a silk peony piece to earn the old lady's praise.
Liu Qingxi was the only one remaining, standing in the hall of the Xinhua Courtyard.
Her small figure donned a silver-red silk skirt, embroidered with golden branch peach blossoms, standing alone, which appeared a bit lonely from afar.
Her slender little hand caressed her small face.
She didn't control the strength well, pressing down with slight pain, letting out a "hiss" as a wave of ache struck her, causing her to softly call out.
