Facing the serious inquiry of Prince Wu Lv, Li Qiao hid her right hand by her side, "It's not serious, just a minor injury."
"You always say it's a minor injury, but isn't it always the case that your skin is torn and your blood flows like a river?" Prince Wu Lv said while pointing at her wrist, "Look at yourself, the gauze is all red, and you still call that a minor injury?"
Li Qiao: "..."
She sighed with a bit of helplessness, "Uncle Wu, I don't have my skin torn..."
"Still talking back," Prince Wu Lv sternly scolded her.
Li Qiao pursed her lips and stopped talking, meanwhile making a gesture of invitation.
As a result, Feng Yi watched as the usually stoic Prince Wu Lv stood in front of Li Qiao and talked on and on for quite a while.
And his good sister, hanging her head, scratched her ear, tugged at her skirt hem, seemingly accustomed to this.
That was Prince Wu Lv, a person even the British Imperial Royal Family had to show deference to.
