Zhu Junyang looked down at his arms, which were tied too tight to bend. With the corner of his eye, he saw Yu Xiaocao secretly snickering like a little mouse. He faintly asked, “How long will it take for this prince’s arms to be able to move freely?”

Yu Xiaocao hastily suppressed her laughter and said in a serious manner, “It takes a hundred days to recover from serious injuries. No matter how effective my medicine is, it would still take at least one or two months for you to recover, right?”

“Then… I will have to trouble you for the time being!” Zhu Junyang had noticed something from Xiaocao’s expression, but he didn’t expose her and replied in a very natural manner.

Yu Xiaocao suddenly felt as if she had dug a pit for herself. Like an angry kitten, she looked at Zhu Junyang defensively and asked, “What do you mean by that?”

Zhu Junyang faintly glanced at her and said, “The literal meaning! You’re the one who made the herbal paste, and you’re also the only one who knows how to make it. You must know the most about the medicine. Thus, for the sake of this prince’s arms, I will have to trouble you in the future!”

Thinking about how the young royal prince ordered her around like a maid at home, Yu Xiaocao immediately felt dark clouds gathering...