Seeing his hesitation, Su Yingxue smiled and said, "Is Guard Lan afraid that others will find out that you accepted bribes and can't explain it in front of the emperor?"
Lan Ling turned his face to the side and hummed in agreement.
"Then I'll leave the medicine here. If Guard Lan wants it, feel free to take it. If not, let the palace attendants collect it."
Su Yingxue placed the two bottles of golden wound medicine at Lan Ling's feet and said before she left, "The golden wound medicine is made from Blood Clotting Grass and has an excellent healing effect."
She had already walked far away, but her voice lingered in Lan Ling's mind.
He bent down to pick up the medicine. The wound on his leg was still bleeding, but what concerned him more was, "Su Yingxue, are you genuinely kind and concerned about me?"
"It's fake!"
Little Ginseng's voice sounded in Su Yingxue's mind.
Su Yingxue was surprised. "You're awake?"
