Long Yang was startled for a moment, sensing the strain in the atmosphere. "I'm fine, it's just a few scratches…"
"Your Majesty, please remove your clothes."
Simultaneously, a girl's voice spoke.
The air suddenly went dead silent.
Chu Yi swallowed and his face suddenly turned slightly red.
This Second Miss Lu—was she perhaps too frank?
She was actually trying to get his master to remove his clothes.
Why did she need him to take them off?
This was the middle of nowhere, completely off the beaten track—did she have designs on his master?
Was he—an imperial guard—a mere decoration to her?
Just as Chu Yi was about to come forward and shield his master behind him, Long Yang said, "Second Miss Lu, this does not seem very appropriate. My wound is not serious. There is no need to trou…"
"I am a physician."
Long Yang's words were interrupted once again.
Long Yang laughed despite himself. "Lu Liangwei, you…"
