"Shang'er, what's wrong with your hand?" Although Yun Shang dropped her sleeve in a hurry, lady Jin, who had been watching her, noticed that something was wrong.
Yun Shang smiled, "I'm fine."
Lady Jin frowned and looked at Qian Yin, who was standing beside but hesitated to say something. Then she said, "Qian Yin, tell me what's wrong with your master's arm."
Qian Yin replied. "When her highness went back from the Imperial Palace yesterday, her highness encountered an assassin on the road. The assassin lurked all the secret guards to leave. Only her highness and the coachman tried their best to protect her. Her highness ran in a hurry, but she was hurt by the assassin, and her wound was deep."
"Has the imperial physician checked your wound?" Lady Jin hurriedly said with tears in her eyes.
Yun Shang heard emperor Ning's voice from outside when she was about to speak. "What imperial physician? Who's sick? "
All the people in the room immediately stopped talking and stood up to salute.
Emperor Ning said 'stand up' and sat on the host seat. Then he asked, "what imperial physician are you talking about? Who's sick? "
Lady Jin didn't speak, and so did Yun Shang. Liu Qingya smiled gently, glanced at Yun Shang, and said gently, "yesterday, on the way back home, Lady Jing ran into an assassin. Her arm was injured. I heard that she was badly hurt."
Emperor Ning frowned and turned to Yun Shang, "is it true?"
Yun Shang had to nod, "yes, but his Highness has called the imperial physician."
"Which imperial physician did you call?" Emperor Ning asked again, but before Yun Shang answered, he continued, "the imperial hospital's doctor Liu is on duty today. I just called him, Lord Zheng, to call Doctor Liu here."
Yun Shang hurriedly said, "don't worry. It's just some minor injuries."
"If we don't pay attention to the minor wound or the minor pain, it will become a chronic disease sooner or later. Your mother will also worry about you. Let him see your wound." Emperor Ning said indifferently. He glanced at Yun Shang and then turned to lady Jin. "Where is Chenxi?"
Lady Jin turned to the maid, "bring him out."
The servants nodded and entered the inner hall. Before long, Emperor Ning held Chenxi in his arms. he was asleep. Emperor Ning took him from the old maid's arms and smiled. "he ate and slept every day. I feel like he's getting heavier."
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