Prince Lu's son almost bit through his molar.
The words sounded nice, so dignified, but it was just to watch him make a fool of himself. No one was a fool; who could be fooled by such little tricks?
But he couldn't expose it, couldn't point it out, and had to cooperate.
He felt stifled inside, but his face maintained a light smile: "Since several cousins have this intention, let's not delay. Let's take him to the clinic together."
The one who had his leg broken was an honest middle-aged man. Seeing this situation, he was instead frightened and wished he could get up and run away. But now, not to mention running, it was difficult to even stand up.
As soon as Prince Lu's son spoke, several attendants immediately came over, lifted the man from the ground, and took him toward the clinic.
The poor middle-aged man hadn't even responded before his feet were off the ground, and he was so scared that he turned pale and almost fainted.
Why not help him onto a carriage?
