In the Upper Garden, Su Yaoqi's half of his face was covered in blood, and he was unconscious. Before being brought to the Duke Mansion, the Imperial Physician had already treated his wounds.
Lying on his bed in his room now, the just-revived Su Yaoqi looked at the people surrounding him with confused eyes.
Apart from his parents, quite a number of uncles, aunts, and grandmothers came, each with a somber face, their eyes fixed on him.
If it weren't for Su Yaoqi still having some consciousness, he would have almost thought these people were here for his funeral.
"Father, Mother," Su Yaoqi weakly called out.
"Little Four, how are you?" The Duke, seeing his son awake, was full of tension, and his old face looked very worried.
Su Yaoqi recalled the scene of himself falling from the horse, pursed his lips, then shook his head, "I'm fine."
