Yan Junchu looked at the approaching Su Xinyi and reached out to hold her in his arms.
Su Xinyi: ...
Her current state was far from elegant. Covered in dust and dirt, with the blood of her slain enemies still on her skin, she twisted slightly in discomfort.
Yan Junchu noticed Su Xinyi's small movement and relaxed his grip on her. Bending his head to look at her face, he asked, "What's the matter? I saw the medic leaving just now. Are you hurt?"
Su Xinyi quickly shook her head, "No, I just sprained my wrist. That's hardly an injury."
His Highness had guards from the Eastern Palace always by her side, refusing to leave her even during charges. It would be hard for her to sustain any serious injuries.
If it weren't for the unexpected fight with Qi Long at the end, she wouldn't have injured her wrist at all.
On hearing her words, Yan Junchu took Su Xinyi's arm, pushed up her sleeve and saw her swollen wrist, the sight of which caused a tiny frown to appear on his face.
