The Princely Heir lay on the bed, crying out in pain, the injuries sustained during the day not only failed to improve but worsened.
The Princess Ping felt distressed for her son, tears streaming down.
Prince Ping was also distressed but was more focused on reprimanding, "Who told you to provoke Prime Minister Zhao's niece and General Shi's nephew?!"
The Princely Heir protested, "It wasn't I who provoked them, they sought to harm me first."
In his entire life, he had never been poisoned with crotone.
The smell of the inn's latrine was as unpleasant as could be, he nearly met his end in that inn latrine.
This enmity will not go unavenged, he will never relent.
The Princess Ping wiped her tears and said, "If it were still Nanliang, how could our Prince Ping Mansion suffer such indignities?!"
Prince Ping held the Princess Consort and said, "Alright, don't be angry."
"How can I not be angry?"
"Our son is the one who got beaten!" said the Princess Ping indignantly.
