In a grand palace, Taylor adhered strictly to his medication schedule. The pain in his body had almost disappeared, and the soreness was gone. However, his mood was low. At this moment, he sat in front of the mirror, staring at his own face, feeling somewhat anxious.
At this time, Princess Catherine entered. She was dressed elegantly and gracefully, wanting to check on her son's injuries. As soon as the servants saw her, they quickly lowered their eyes, their voices trembling as they explained, "Your Highness, it's the prince who insisted on having the mirror brought in... It's not my doing."
It turned out that Catherine had ordered that no mirrors be allowed in the room, fearing that Taylor would feel upset seeing his face. At this moment, Taylor was indeed upset. He sat in the chair, looking dejected, tightening his grip on the square mirror, feeling angry and helpless.
"Son..." The woman came to his side, attempting to take the mirror from his hand, comforting him softly, "It will get better, it just takes time, don't worry, take it slowly."
Despite using hot and cold compresses, Taylor's face was still swollen. One eye had become large, while the other had become small, a strange sight. Taylor was very young and cared a lot about his appearance. He worried that his handsome face might never return. But what good did regret do now? The deed was done.
At that moment, someone entered the room. "Your Highness, Prince," he said, coming in with a bottle of medicine, quickly handing it over, reporting, "This is from Prince Louis, to be applied to the face morning and evening."
Both Catherine and Taylor were taken aback. They exchanged a glance, then Catherine quickly reached out to take it, feeling a bit happy and also a bit complicated.
Taylor said nothing, cold-faced, avoiding his mother's gaze. He felt that Louis had done this on purpose. Why send medicine separately? Was it to make his face look worse for a few more days? To teach him a lesson?
Catherine quickly unscrewed the bottle cap and applied some to her son's face, believing that this medicine, being from Louis, must be of good quality. After applying the medicine, Taylor lay down on the bed for a nap. When he woke up and looked in the mirror, he had clearly improved a lot. Surprised, he couldn't help but feel a little more admiration for Louis. It seemed that he was indeed a very capable doctor.
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