Lu Qiange awakened from his deep sleep, stood up, and stared blankly at the flickering candlelight.
Fu Danqing was holding up the porcelain bowl containing the soup. She turned her head when hearing the sound and hurriedly walked to the bed. She looked at Lu Qiange's pale face and said with worry,
"Your Highness, you wake up. Lie down quickly. Your internal injury has not healed. I serve you to take the medicine first."
"Internal injury?"
Lu Qiange frowned with his purple eyes flashing to look at the very familiar furnishings in the room. He recalled what happened before, muttering to himself,
"How do I have an internal injury?"
Fu Danqing sat on the corner stool, took a spoonful of concoction, and blew it. While feeding the medicine to Lu Qiange, she explained in a polite manner, "Y
