"It's quite a mess indeed," Dou Fenghua muttered to herself.
Mo Lian's heart skipped a beat. He subtly pulled Qiaoqiao's small wrist back and lifted her up again. He nodded at Dou Fenghua and asked, "Do you suspect any internal injuries?"
"She does have some internal injuries, but it seems Crown Prince Consort has taken some homemade medicine. She is in good condition now."
"That's good." Mo Lian's expression relaxed slightly. Just now, he was so anxious that he lost his composure and forgot how impressive Qiaoqiao's super recovery ability was.
Naturally, this couldn't be disclosed to outsiders. Mo Lian said to Dou Fenghua, "Thank you."
"His Highness is too polite. I didn't contribute much." Dou Fenghua cupped her hands and stepped back. "Even though the Crown Prince Consort has taken effective pills, she is still weak. His Highness the Crown Prince should take her back as soon as possible for recuperation."
