Chapter 1211: Injured
Relieved, Qi Haoran hugged Mu Yangling to sleep in satisfaction.
Mu Yangling originally wanted to do some deep thinking, but Qi Haoran’s embrace was too comfortable, causing her to accidentally fall asleep.
At this moment, the lights in Prince An’s study were still on, and the four brats were still burning the midnight oil.
Although he had to change the theme, Little An, with his solid foundation, was the first to finish writing it. He happily threw down his brush, blew dry the ink, and ran to the main courtyard.
The other three children looked up at him enviously before lowering their heads to continue working hard.
Seeing that there was no one in the main courtyard, Little An frowned and walked into the house in confusion. When he passed by the window, he heard his father gasp in the house.
Fan Zijin instructed Little Madam Xia, "Knead with the ointment and use more strength."
Little Madam Xia nodded, but despite trying her best, Fan Zijin still kept gasping and his condition did not improve much. Seeing that her husband was looking increasingly sickly, Little Madam Xia said softly, "Why don’t we call for a doctor..."
"And let everyone know that I twisted my arm because I hit a few children? Even if you don’t find it embarrassing, I’d be too ashamed to face anyone. Hurry up and knead it!" Fan Zijin was very dissatisfied. "Why are you so weak when you eat the same food as everyone else?"
Little An silently closed his mouth and pushed the door open.