Although it was just a superficial wound on her neck, it started to bleed again. Chu Qiao shook her head and remarked nonchalantly, "It's okay. It's just a graze."
"How could you be so careless?" Zhao Song remarked with concern, frowning. "I'll fetch a physician right away, this has to be handled properly."
"No need." Chu Qiao held him back. "It's only a small injury. There's no need to make a mountain out of a molehill."
"No way." Zhao Song frowned unhappily, but he knew that his words did not carry much weight in the first place. He turned towards Yan Xun and said, "Prince Yan, what do you think?"
Yan Xun raised his eyebrows slowly, looking at Chu Qiao's pale face. The chemistry between them after all these years allowed Yan Xun to understand what was going on. He did not probe further and only remarked, "Are you really alright?"
Chu Qiao nodded and said firmly, "I'm alright."
