The latter glanced at her lightly and said three words expressionlessly, "Bandage it."

Jiang Ying: "Okay."

If you are not proactive in making money, there is something wrong with your brain.

Although there was space, Jiang Ying still pretended to ask Siyu to prepare a medicine box when he went out for medical treatment.

The spiritual spring crystal just given to the old lady was taken out from it.

It's important to protect yourself.

There is no need to use the Lingquan crystal to bandage Yan Zhuo now. There is donkey-hide gelatin hemostatic powder in the medicine box. The raw materials are all produced in the space, and the effect is many times better than those on the market.

Besides, the bleeding of the Dog Prince’s wound had actually stopped long ago.

She sprinkled the powder on it, more to relieve the pain and promote recovery. Since the Dog Prince paid generously, Jiang Ying gave him a flashy bow bandage as a gift.

"Your Highness, does it look good?" Jiang Ying smiled inwardly.

The grown man ties a bow, and the woman whines.

However, the Dog Prince's hands were white and slender, with distinct joints. It was obvious that he had been pampered since childhood. They were extremely beautiful, not to mention touching.

While bandaging the wound, Jiang Ying took the opportunity to touch it several times.

Little Yanzhi turned his head in the Dog Prince's arms, unhappy, "It's over, it's over, stupid mother seems to be crazy again!"

[No, I don't want to continue the miserable fate of my previous life.]

"Wow——" Xiao Yanzhi was so sad that he started crying.

Interrupt Jiang Ying's inappropriate sexual advances.

Jiang Ying was trembling with fear when suddenly the sound of a sharp sword breaking through the air was heard!

In shock, Jiang Ying felt the tall body of the Dog Prince suddenly pressing towards her. At the same time, the walls and metal of the carriage vibrated alarmingly. It happened in a flash. When Jiang Ying came to her senses, she saw the Dog Prince protecting her and the child from the assassination arrow.

The cold iron arrowhead was firmly nailed not far behind Yan Zhuo's head.

Jiang Ying, “…”

Mom, she was wrong, she took back that non-critical complaint!

"Prince, are you okay?" It was unknown how long it took before Jiang Ying recovered and asked in a trembling voice.