"Ow ow ow! Mother!!!"
Zhang Fengxi cried out like a tormented prisoner.
As always, Lady Song did not believe that an alpha's injuries should be treated gently. She even believed that her son was somewhat too wimpy.
Wu Shenxia was being treated in the Juhua Palace's tent, and Lady Song did not hear a single cry of pain escape their tent.
"Seriously Fengxi, stop complaining," Lady Song said amidst her son's bloody scream. She slapped the salve across Zhang Fengxi's wound hard and continued, "You should be grateful that you are still alive. I know that you and Wu Shenxia were fighting for the throne, but couldn't you fight less like barbarians?"
"But Mother, it was Wu Shenxia who... You were not there, you didn't see how she... OUCHHHH!!!"
Lady Song scoffed.
