"Alright, I won't say anything more. You should rest first." The Princess Consort left the room, and Lin Jingsheng sighed. He indeed got beaten, can't return home, making his beautiful mother sad. Lin Jingsheng faced this situation, and truly had no solution.
The next day, the bruises on his face were even more severe. Lin Jingsheng had no choice but to wear a mask to cover it up. The Princess Consort widened her eyes, "Your face healed? So quickly!"
"Yes, feel it. There's not a single mark."
The Princess Consort clicked her tongue in wonder, thinking the wound would take several days to heal, only to see it disappear so quickly. She felt relieved yet found it strange, touched Lin Jingsheng's face without noticing anything odd, and asked, "What kind of medicine did you use to heal so fast?"
"I'm young, my metabolism is fast, so naturally it heals quickly."
The Princess Consort believed him, and Lin Jingsheng went to the Royalty.
