Luo Lan was a little surprised by Leng Xi's sudden politeness.

But she smiled and shook her head.

"As I should. You were injured on the battlefield, serving your country. As the number one female physician in Daning Country, I should save you."

Leng Xi nodded somewhat embarrassedly.

"Um... An An, have you entered the palace?"

"No. "

Luo Lan prepared the gauze and other items while saying:

"She asked to stay at Prince Yu's mansion to look after the household, and the Emperor and I both agreed. I went to see her last night, and she said she's doing fine. However, she doesn't seem to want to see you, so you shouldn't go looking for her for the time being."

Leng Xi's eyes showed a lonely look, and then he nodded.

"I know I've done so many things to hurt her in the past. I don't blame her for not forgiving me."

"Don't overthink it. Get well first. Oh, and don't attend the emperor's funeral tomorrow. Everyone knows you're seriously injured, so no one will blame you."

"Also, you can't get out of bed until seven days later. Be sure not to stretch the wound. If anything happens, come to me immediately."

After some instructions, she demonstrated on Yu Qiaoqiao, teaching her how to clean the wound, how to disinfect the wound, and how to wrap it with gauze.

At this moment, a mournful voice came from outside.

"Your Highness, Your Highness..."

Yu Qiaoqiao's brows tightened instantly. She knew from the voice that it was the mischievous Xiao Cui who had come.

Leng Xi's face turned pale as he instructed Qiaoqiao:

"Don't let her in. It makes me upset."