Prince Residence.
"Princess Consort, Princess Consort." When Ruolan saw Chu Baihan return, she hurried over, her eyes red and swollen like a rabbit's.
Chu Baihan quickly patted her on the back, "I'm fine, don't worry. Go to my guest room, move all the silver needles and medicine over."
"Princess Consort, you're injured?"
"Suffered some internal injuries," Chu Baihan said softly.
The wounds on her arms and legs were minor, but the internal injury was severe.
Her organs still hurt when pressed and after holding on throughout the journey, her steps had become a bit unsteady.
However, she needed the silver needles not for herself.
"Ziyi, summon Doctor Wei." Yan Lin spoke sternly at this moment.
"Why didn't you tell me about your internal injuries?" he asked Chu Baihan, clenching his fists.
She must have been in so much discomfort the entire night.
