Dong Huiying's mouth twitched slightly. She wondered what kind of temperament Prince Meng really had? However, she understood to some extent that tonight's incident, from start to finish, might have been self-directed by Prince Meng.
Firstly, to cover up the wound on her right hand caused by hitting a wall in a fit of emotion, and secondly, perhaps to test her?
Never mind, she might as well play along for now.
Dong Huiying slowly approached Prince Meng, using a Golden Needle to press on Prince Meng's pressure point, then picked up a needle and thread to stitch up the wound. Prince Meng's expression was unpredictable, as for others, like Imperial Doctor Li and the Butler, they occasionally glanced at Dong Huiying.
Especially the Butler, who seemed on guard, as if he feared that Dong Huiying might have ill intentions toward Prince Meng, suggesting he was wary of Dong Huiying being harmful to Prince Meng.
