"Madam."
Jiang Shuyue: ?? Who was speaking?
"Madam, over here!"
Jiang Shuyue turned toward the voice. Bai Zong stood beside her, bent at the waist and bowing obsequiously.
He had already pinned Bai Rou to the ground.
Jiang Shuyue said, "City Lord Bai, what are you..."
"My son behaved far too outrageously the other day and offended you, madam. Today, I have brought him here expressly to apologize."
With that, Bai Zong grabbed Bai Rou's ankle and pulled up his trouser leg, revealing two scars as wide as the mouth of a bowl.
With medicine applied to them, the scars looked even uglier.
The sight frightened Jiang Shuyue into taking a step back.
Bai Rou could only suffer in silence.
He kept feeling that his father was dragging him around the way he would carry a hen home to stew.
Jiang Shuyue froze.
Why is he showing me Bai Rou's wounds? Does he want me to treat him?
Huahua: Probably. There's still a little of Little Qing'er's medicine left. It would only go to waste if we poured it away, so we might as well give it to him. Apply it to the wounds, and they'll heal quickly.
Jiang Shuyue summoned Little Peach and told her to bring over the remaining half bowl of medicine.
"City Lord Bai, this is for you. I'm sure you're both very busy, so I won't keep you for dinner!"
Jiang Shuyue: My husband said he'd shoot two pigeons for me to barbecue tonight. Pigeons hardly have any meat, and there are so many people in our family. I don't want anyone taking an even bigger share!
Huahua: Exactly, exactly! One look at them tells you they eat a lot. We absolutely cannot let them stay for dinner!
Their opinions were in perfect accord, leaving