Zhu Junyang endured the faint pain in his arms and simply said, “She barely has any meat on her body, and isn’t even as heavy as a little chick. She can’t be considered a heavy load!”

"I may look thin, but I have meat on my bones, okay?” Yu Xiaocao was most annoyed at people who said that she was skinny. She clearly ate a lot of food for every meal and even had a better appetite than Xiaolian, but she still couldn’t gain much weight. However, she thought that she was very well-proportioned. She wasn’t emaciated with just bones and skin. As long as she was healthy, wasn’t it better to be thin than fat? At least she didn’t have to worry about losing weight. 

Yu Xiaocao touched the young royal prince’s arm, and then widened her eyes and fiercely said, “No matter what, I’m considered half a doctor. You must apply half a month more of medication on your arms. Don’t speak! If you don’t want to practice martial arts and draw a bow anymore, then you don’t have to apply it.” 

Zhu Junyang felt that the injury on his arms were not as serious as Yu Xiaocao said, but when he heard that there was a possibility that he couldn’t practice martial arts and use a bow in the future, he immediately closed his mouth in cooperation. Wasn’t it just applying ointment? It wouldn’t hurt or itch, but it was just somewhat tro...