Su Yingxue felt Xiao Yu's pulse and sensed that he was still breathing, albeit having suffered serious internal injuries. After administering acupuncture and attending to him for a while, his breathing finally stabilized. When he regained consciousness and could swallow, she gave him another bowl of medicine.
Xiao Yu drank it and fell asleep, his life finally secured.
Noble Consort Xiao kept vigil beside Xiao Yu, and upon seeing a hint of color returning to his pale face, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Su Yingxue reassured her, "Noble Consort, rest assured. Young Master Xiao's life is out of danger. However, his body is weak and will require some time for recuperation."
Noble Consort Xiao let out a long sigh. "Surviving the Ninth Prince's attack is already a stroke of luck!"
A trace of ruthlessness flickered in her eyes. She wasn't going to overlook Chu Yihan's assault on Xiao Yu.
