Prince Sui was her son, and she knew her son best.
She wondered if Prince Sui was pretending to be injured so that she or the Emperor could deal with Qian Jiyun and An Jiuyue.
"Sui'er, bear with it. You'll be fine soon. Soon…"
"Soon?!" Prince Sui could not help but yell.
What do you mean by "soon"? These imperial physicians have been squeezing and pinching my arm. Is my arm a tree branch? Do they think it won't hurt?
"Mother, hurry up and send someone to the Prince Zhan Yun Residence to capture that little b*tch!"
That woman must have done something to me. Otherwise, why would I be in so much pain? And why would imperial physicians be unable to diagnose me? We'll understand everything if we capture that woman.
"Uh…" Consort Wen was stunned by her son's words.
How could she have that woman captured like that? Even he knew she was from the Prince Zhan Yun Residence.
