After Song Shixue bandaged Ye Liangyu's wound, she looked up. Sister, I have finished treating things on my end.
After Song Jinzhao cut away the last piece of mangled, ruined flesh, a fractured thigh bone was faintly visible beneath the skin and muscle.
A fractured tailbone and a cracked leg bone. Bring me the wooden splints.
Song Shixue nodded, taking the pre-cut wooden boards from the medical chest.
After realigning and securing the tailbone and thigh bone, Song Jinzhao picked up a needle and thread to stitch the wound closed.
By the time the final step was completed, a full two hours had passed since Song Qiming first brought the injured men back.
When the room door opened, Madame Fei, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately tried to rush inside. Princess, how is my husband?
Song Jinzhao reached out to stop her. Please do not agitate yourself. Lord Fei's injuries have been fully treated. He was given an anesthetic and has not yet woken up. He can only be moved tomorrow.
However, his tailbone is fractured and his leg bone is broken. He must rest in bed from now on, otherwise he is very likely to suffer from lasting complications.
Madame Fei grasped Song Jinzhao's right hand with both of hers, shaking it incessantly while her eyes kept darting inside the room.
Thank you, Princess, thank you so much.
At this moment, her entire mind was on the unconscious Fei Yanzhang. She muttered her thanks, but her soul had already flown to her husband's side.
On the other hand, Young Master Fei stared intently at Song Jinzhao and asked, Princess, what kind of lasting complications? Is it serious?
Song Jinzhao spoke slowly. Inability to squat, inability to stand for long periods, and an inability to engage in strenuous physical activity. He would experience pain when using the chamber pot, and he might walk with a limp. These are the most common ones.
Young Master Fei's eyes widened. Not doing strenuous activities was fine.
But a limp and pain when using the chamber pot were absolutely unacceptable.
He asked urgently, Princess, how should he convalesce to ensure there are no lasting complications? What do we need to pay attention to?
Song Jinzhao turned her head to look at Song Shixue. Write down the precautions and hand them to Young Master Fei.
Song Shixue nodded and walked straight to the next room to begin writing, while Heye stood beside her to grind the ink.
Song Qiming walked up to Song Jinzhao with a crestfallen face, the worry in his eyes so thick it practically spilled over.
Sister, how is my teacher?
Song Jinzhao replied, Lord Ye's injuries are lighter than Fei Yanzhang's. His bones are fine, but the muscles on the back of his thighs are severely damaged. Shixue has already cut away the necrotic tissue. It will take a month or two for the flesh to grow back properly, and he cannot leave his bed during this time.
Song Qiming let out a trembling breath.
As long as his life is saved, that is all that matters. With the Emperor so furious and handing down such a heavy punishment, I do not even want my teacher to return to the royal court.
If he were to be punished like this again, Song Qiming was genuinely worried and a little afraid.
Song Jinzhao lowered her gaze and blinked. Before he is fully healed, let Lord Ye stay in our manor so it is easier to change his dressings.
Song Qiming nodded; he had been harboring the exact same thought.
He had not expected his sister to bring it up before he even mentioned it.
His teacher had no family. Now that he was injured to this extent, staying at the Princess's manor to recuperate was undoubtedly the best choice, especially since the best physicians in the world were right here.
Prince Ying's Manor.
Xiao Rongyan paced back and forth in the front hall, exasperated and furious.
I never expected Imperial Father to protect Eldest Brother to this extent. He never did this in the past.
In previous years, Ye Liangyu had reported even more severe crimes, yet the Emperor had never issued such heavy punishments, at most offering a few words of reprimand.
This time, however, he directly ordered thirty heavy strokes of the cane, and even had Fei Yanzhang beaten with fifty strokes. It was truly beyond all expectations.
A subordinate stood to the side, bowing slightly as he spoke. It must be because the Prince of Qi has gone blind. The Emperor feels pity for him, and thus defends him so fiercely.
Xiao Rongyan tilted his head back, his brows furrowed tightly together.
He said with deep resentment, With Imperial Father protecting him, my efforts have all been in vain.
The subordinate wore a fawning smile on his face.
It was not entirely in vain. At the very least, the Prince of Qi's reputation has been further ruined.
Xiao Rongyan glanced down at him. What does one Prince of Qi matter? The most important targets are the six princes in the palace.
He withdrew his gaze and looked meaningfully at the distant sky. We will take our time and not rush. I have plenty of time and patience.
