Fortunately, Gu Qingxue's injuries were not serious. Rong Zhan quickly let go of her and took out a bottle of ointment from his sleeve to apply to Gu Qingxue's wounds.
The light green ointment emitted a faint fragrance. The moment it was applied to the wound, it stopped bleeding. It even gave off a cooling feeling, making Gu Qingxue let out a long sigh of relief.
"Give me the handkerchief." Rong Zhan looked at Gu Qingxue's wound and reached out to her.
Gu Qingxue dug around in her sleeve with her other hand and immediately took out a handkerchief to hand to Rong Zhan.
Rong Zhan took it, bit one corner, and tore it with his hand.
With a ripping sound, the handkerchief was torn into two.
Gu Qingxue's heart ached as she furrowed her brows and mumbled, "Your Royal Highness, this is my favorite handkerchief."
