The Crown Prince's attendant hurried out of the mansion again to find a doctor.
There were plenty of highly skilled folk doctors, and even a fair number who specialized in treating cats and dogs. It didn't take much effort to find one, and he was rushed back to the City Lord Mansion.
Meanwhile, Shen Lang and the Crown Prince were locked in a staring contest. The Crown Prince's expression was placid, but Shen Lang could clearly read the intent to tear her limb from limb in his eyes.
She couldn't help but inch closer with fawning, mincing steps.
An old maidservant cleaned her wounds, only to find that all the blood on her body was something she had smeared on herself. She only had one wound on her leg; it was deep, but not enough to cover her entire body in blood.
At the time, the Crown Prince's gaze had deepened as he stared at her, lost in thought. He felt this dog was far too clever.
'…So be it. She's just a dog, after all. If used well, she might prove to be a decent asset.'
