Zheng let out a deep groan of relief when the physician unwrapped the bandages around his leg.
I watched the physician do his work from my seat at the dining table of the main hall, resting my chin on my hand.
"Do not take baths for the following week, Sire. The water's chill may enter the leg and hurt Sire more," the physician instructed as Zheng tested his weight.
My husband gave me a grin when he stood up on his own, though I shot him a look of warning.
Obedient, he sat back down on the bed, but he couldn't get rid of the smile on his face.
The physician left more instructions and took his leave. The servants helped to clear the table of ointments and medicine, Matron Ji chiding the Prince on taking care of his body.
"The medicine's too bitter," Zheng complained when Matron Ji handed a bowl of dark substance to him.
