Shang Ruyi asked nervously, "Is the injury serious?"
Seeing her this way, a trace of tenderness passed through Yu Wenye's eyes. He comfortingly said in a gentle voice, "Don't worry, it's not serious. When Ruoyan sent someone to visit him, he was still joking with people. However, it seems he broke a rib, so he'll need to recuperate for a while."
A broken rib is considered quite serious to an ordinary person.
But compared to someone like Yu Wenye who frequently battles on the front lines, or even to Pei Xingyuan who nearly burned to death in a storeroom during a plague outbreak, it really isn't much.
Shang Ruyi asked, "Then how did he get injured? Who hurt him?"
Yu Wenye shook his head, "He naturally refuses to say, only joking around with people. Ruoyan's people couldn't ask too deeply. Seeing that he was in good spirits, they returned."
"..."
"So, for this matter, we might need to find a time to ask him ourselves."
Shang Ruyi quickly nodded.
