Bai Zhi'er pointed a finger: "Hold him down!"
Immediately, the injured scholar was held down by two classmates, unable to escape.
With a mournful expression, he said: "Your Highness, the golden sore medicine is too expensive, please have the doctor simply bandage me, there's no need for such a good medicine."
Bai Zhi'er frowned: "Grandpa Doctor, don't listen to him, listen to me. Use the best medicine and bandage him well."
After speaking, she took out a silver ingot from her sleeve and placed it directly on the counter.
"I'll cover the cost of the medicine for you. Don't struggle anymore, lest the wound worsens."
The injured scholar was stunned, and his eyes turned red.
He choked and nodded: "Thank you, Your Highness."
Jun Kuang stood behind Bai Zhi'er, witnessing everything.
Once the bandage was done, they returned to the Wen Mansion.
Bai Zhi'er, with features delicate as a painting, appeared soft and graceful, yet her tone was unyieldingly authoritative.
