Prime Minister Wen smiled.
"Your Highness, I am a bit curious. In such a situation earlier, if we hadn't encountered Historian Wang and if we had no money, what would we have done?"
Bai Zhi'er blinked: "Uncle Prime Minister brought guards along, didn't he? They must have some."
The little one said nonchalantly, "Don't worry, even if no one came along, someone would pay for me."
Prime Minister Wen was somewhat surprised.
When the Princess said this, she was quite confident.
Bai Zhi'er's long eyelashes were jet black, and her small round face was adorably charming.
Anyway, she had never gone hungry or suffered hardships.
What she wanted, and what she wanted to achieve, she always could.
Next, Bai Zhi'er and Prime Minister Wen went to the clinic where Yang Zhuang was treated back then.
The doctor who treated Yang Zhuang was their clinic's old doctor, a very respectable man.
