Xiao Jinxing was in such pain at that moment that he nearly couldn't bear it.
The suddenness and severity of the pain made him momentarily speechless.
Having been by the Prince's side for many years, Xiao Wu could guess the Prince's thoughts from the slightest change in expression. Seeing the Prince now unable to hide his pain, Xiao Wu naturally knew it must be bone-piercing agony.
"Prince," Xiao Wu called out worriedly, then turned to look at Ye Qichi, "Princess, how could this be?! When the Prince was injured before and applied the rosin ointment, it was never like this!"
Ye Qichi did not explain.
She simply asked Xiao Jinxing, "Still going to use it?"
Deservedly so, for a man who only brings harm.
Xiao Jinxing took a good while to stabilize.
"Continue," he said.
His voice was low but firm.
Ye Qichi frowned.
This man couldn't possibly be unaware that there was something wrong with this box of ointment.
