Bai Yi brought Ye Siming back to their own carriage.
Madam Bai was already waiting inside anxiously. When she heard that the princess and Ye Siming had encountered assassins, she was very worried.
In their eyes, Ye Siming was just an eight-year-old child.
Even if they were skilled, what if there were more of them?
When Ye Siming returned, Madam Bai quickly went forward. "I heard that you're injured. Where are you hurt?"
As she asked, she turned around and took out the medicine she had brought on this trip, planning to take care of his wound.
Bai Yi smiled and said, "It's just a small cut on my face. It's fine. It'll definitely be fine in two to three days."
Madam Bai quickly glanced at Ye Siming's cheek. There were still faint congealed blood beads on the slender wound.
She scolded Bai Yi angrily, "You have thick skin and thick flesh, so of course you think it's fine! How old is Siming? He can't be careless when he's injured. What do you mean by fine? Go to the side!"
