บท 810: Stand Up

"Junior Sister, it's already been nearly an hour since Sixth Young Master Zheng has gotten wounded. He's still completely fine, which means that you'll be too."

Compared to the shrewd, ruthless, and decisive crown prince consort, Wenren Ningjing seemed to be even more of an underage little lady. Her IQ, tactics, and judgment fell significantly short of the crown prince consort's.

The issue was that Wenren Ningjing was this naive even though she was three to four years older than the crown prince consort. Sigh!

As Second Young Master Dou sighed in utter exasperation, he patted Wenren Ningjing's shoulder, handing her a small box of ointment. "Junior Sister, apply some ointment for now. Later, you'll notice that you'll be completely fine."

Half-believing and half-doubting, Wenren Ningjing took the ointment before nodding tearfully.

On the other end, Wu Xiao'en cracked a smile and had just said his thanks.