Qingzhou, Demon-suppression Bureau.
Two horse-drawn carriages stopped at the side door.
"Miss, shouldn't we take the young master back home?" Li Xiaoer jumped down, worried.
"They're just external injuries. Take him to Official Bai's place. He's skilled in medicine and won't leave any scars."
Li Mujin knew her brother's temperament well. He was most averse to others bringing up his identity as a scion, attributing all his achievements to the support of the Li family... Although in fact, it was true; without the covert care of his parents, with his reckless and impulsive nature, he didn't know how many times he would have died.
The more others gossiped about the matter behind his back, the more he wanted to prove himself.
Thus becoming more impulsive, creating more messes for the Li family to clean up.
