Ye Xiangming clutched her arm, feeling a piercing pain that suggested she might lose the use of the limb for good.
The two maids who always attended her were in a panic, screaming, "Quick, go summon the Imperial Physician!"
Someone dashed off immediately.
Ye Xiangming's face was ashen, her eyes glaring fiercely at Lu Zhiling as she shouted, "Summon someone, go report to the Crown Prince..."
Before she could finish, an elder with white hair and beard leaped out from the crowd carrying a medicine chest, interrupting loudly, "Princess, this old man has some medical skills, may I assist in treating your injury?"
Hearing him, Ye Xiangming paused and looked at the old man.
He tottered as he walked, nearly staggering with each hurried step, and when he reached Ye Xiangming, he looked at her arm and said with palpable alarm, "Princess, this sword wound seems extremely serious. By the time the Imperial Physician arrives, it might be too late. If the arm is ruined, it's for life."
