After taking the two men's pulses and learning what had happened, He Dazhi withdrew his hand. "If you want to recover sooner, you can let some blood. Otherwise, you'll have to wait for the medicine to wear off, and you'll get better on your own. You'll just have to suffer a little."
He Dazhi glanced at Zhou Mu, then continued, "The Eldest Young Master seems to be a martial artist. You could use the medicine's effects to make another breakthrough."
Zhou Mu's eyes lit up. "Is that really true, Daoist?"
He Dazhi smiled and nodded.
The Little Prince's chubby face crumpled. He didn't want to bleed, but he didn't want to suffer either. What was he supposed to do?
After He Dazhi and the others took their leave, Zhou Mu led the Little Prince to the training grounds. Third Madam hurried back to check on the children.
Left in the room, the Prince and Princess Consort began discussing the matter with solemn expressions.
"We should report this to His Majesty," the Princess Consort finally said gravely. "This is no small matter."
"I'll go to the Imperial Palace at once. Besides, my royal brother has always felt indebted to us over what happened back then. This will be a good opportunity to put that burden to rest." As he spoke, the Prince ordered his servants to prepare a carriage.
The Little Prince, Liao Xing, was lying on a stone platform at the training grounds with a look of utter despair.
"Get up! Just look at all that fat on you!" Zhou Mu stared helplessly at Liao Xing, who was sprawled on the ground and refusing to move a muscle.
Liao Xing was especially nostalgic for his bed. It was big and soft; he could roll around twice without falling off. He