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I am here to remove the stitches for Rong Jiayi, what about you? Song Feiwan silently scoffed to herself.
On the surface, she had to maintain a demeanor of patience and warmth, as if she were genuinely considering Xiao Yu's feelings.
In a little while, I will be checking Lord Rong's wound, and I fear it might offend Your Highness's eyes.
Xiao Yu gazed at her with his dark eyes and replied, not displeased, "The prince is not a timid mouse; how could he care about the aesthetics of a wound?" He glanced into the room again and added, "Besides, Lord Rong is also the prince's cousin."
Since he had said that, what else could Song Feiwan say? She could only smile and advise, "In that case, Your Highness should come along as well. However, while I am treating him, please do not interfere or speak."
The latter part of her statement was made from the perspective of a doctor and carried a certain authority.
Xiao Yu did not respond.
Nearby, Li Fei listened to their conversation and nearly laughed out loud. Even at such a critical moment, Song Feiwan still put on such an act. With so many imperial physicians in the palace, why did Rong Jiayi have to seek her out for treatment?
She was about to signal Physician Zhao to gauge the situation when he had already walked up to Song Feiwan, nervously staring at her. He bowed and asked, "Princess Consort, may I have the honor of assisting you? I have ample medical experience; whatever you need, just command me."
Li Fei nodded in approval. This Physician Zhao was quite perceptive; once this was over, she would reward him.
Song Feiwan looked at Physician Zhao with a hint of helplessness. It was something that could be handled in just a few moments; there was no need to trouble him.
Physician Zhao immediately showed a disappointed expression and pleaded, "What if I can be of use? I will just stand by and promise not to disturb you."
Rong Jiayi had entered the palace at this time, and he had already guessed that it would be Song Feiwan stitching up his wound. His feelings were quite complex. On one hand, he was overjoyed to see his esteemed teacher whom he admired greatly; on the other hand, he felt quite embarrassed thinking about how he had treated Prince Chen just two days prior—it felt like wielding a great axe before Lu Ban.
This precious opportunity to learn was something he did not want to miss for anything; he almost wished he could kneel down and beg Song Feiwan for her guidance.
Lady Li was unaware of the intricate twists and turns of the situation. She only felt that Doctor Zhao was wholeheartedly devoted to her, and she could not just stand by and watch.
"Princess Chen, Doctor Zhao has been treating Lord Rong all along. Does he not understand Lord Rong's injuries better than you?"
"If one of his patients comes to you and he is worried about assisting you, you don't even allow him to observe? How truly domineering! Is this your so-called medical compassion?"
"Or are you deliberately trying to avoid the palace and Doctor Zhao?"
Lady Li's three questions not only left Doctor Zhao wide-eyed in shock but also caused Song Feiwan to slightly change her expression.
Her obsidian-like eyes pierced through coldly, her tone so frigid it seemed capable of freezing the air.
"The palace would also like to ask you, what is your intention in intruding into Bixiao Palace without announcing your identity and repeatedly misleading others?"
She was the legitimate wife of Prince Chen; aside from the Empress, all others in the harem were concubines of the Emperor. In terms of rank, she was indeed superior.
When it came to setting the rules, it depended on whether she acknowledged them!
Lady Li, being many years older than her, suddenly felt her face grow hot and retorted sternly, "What misleading? I merely raised a question! Yet you, if truly innocent, why do you keep dodging?"
Xiao Yu had already raised his hand in disgust, preparing to have her tongue cut out.
However, Song Feiwan stepped forward inadvertently, blocking him.
His gaze paused, and his long, cold hand hung in mid-air.
Buzzing with annoyance, he said, "You want to see? Then come in all of you."
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