What the emperor did not know was that the damned Ninth Imperial Younger Brother he had spoken of...
Was sitting on his bed with a smile, waiting for Liu Wan to tend to him.
"Imperial Physician Huang has no sense of how much force to use. You're much better," Xia Siheng said.
Imperial Physician Huang: ...
Prince, this old servant is still in the room. Shall I help set the mood for you two?
He wanted to voice his displeasure, but Xia Siheng silenced him with a murderous look.
"Yes, yes, this old servant was too rough when applying the medicine. The antidote decoction is ready. Madam Liu Wan, once you've applied fresh medicine and bandaged the Prince's wound again, remember to feed him the decoction. The Prince must not move his arm for the time being!"
Imperial Physician Huang resigned himself to his fate!
Having finished his instructions, he quietly withdrew.
Liu Wan nodded and took the medicine, changing Xia Siheng's dressing herself, though she was not always gentle.
Sometimes she hurt him, but he merely furrowed his brow and said with a smile, "Liu Wan, you're still the best."
Liu Wan shook her head and poked his wound with her index finger.
"Hiss..."
"Well? Am I still the best?" Liu Wan asked.
"No matter how you treat me, as long as you like me, anything you do is good!"
Sweetness filled Xia Siheng's heart. When Liu Wan poked his wound, she had clearly only touched it lightly. It had not hurt at all.
She still could not bear to hurt him.
His gaze remained fixed on her face, almost unable to move away.
Liu Wan gave him a helpless, reproachful look and picked up the medicine bowl. "Keep looking at me like that, and you can drink it