After preparing the ointment, Song Lianhe took Ah Yu and Shuang Ye to see the butler.
Gazing at the basin of black, gooey stuff, Pang Jiliang raised an eyebrow. "Thank you, Second Miss," he said, "but I've already seen a doctor. It's nothing serious now."
"I know the Prince Qing Mansion doesn't lack for good doctors, but my remedy is an ancestral recipe! I guarantee it's a surefire cure! You'll be up and about in three days, tops!"
She spoke with such conviction that Pang Jiliang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Second Miss, you needn't feel guilty. It was only ten extra lashes. This old servant can endure it."
"That won't do! You took those ten extra lashes because of me. If this leaves you with a chronic injury, wouldn't I be to blame?"
She immediately called to Ah Yu, telling him he absolutely had to watch the butler apply the ointment!
Resigned, Pang Jiliang could only thank her.
