“Mistress, are you all right?” Mo Lan looked at Mu Xi Yao’s swollen calf with distress while gently massaging it for her.

After washing her hands, Mu Xi Yao took the fragrant fruit that Hui Lan handed over and replied, unconcerned, “Don’t worry, it’s nothing.” She took a bite, and the cold juice flowed down her throat, revitalizing her a little.

“Where is Chun Lan? Have you asked the physician to come? Send her a box of the ointment that His Highness gave Qie last time.”