The Emperor turned his head, intending to call the Imperial Physician for questioning. However, after glancing around the entire palace bedroom, he did not see the physician.

Turning back, he saw the Fourth Prince on the bed. Though his eyes were closed, his eyeballs were clearly moving restlessly under the eyelids.

The Emperor understood immediately that the injury was certainly not serious.

How much strength could a little girl possibly have?

Moreover, if the injury were truly severe, the Imperial Physician wouldn’t dare to leave the scene.

The Emperor slowly sat down by the bedside, "Has the physician been here?"

Consort Rong, while dabbing her tears with a handkerchief, replied, "He just came, prescribed a remedy, and then left."

The Emperor extended his hand, "Let me see the prescription."

Prescriptions for the Royal Family were always documented for future reference, prepared in multiple copies.

A palace maid handed the prescription to the Emperor.

The Emperor, having some knowledge of medicine, saw immediately that this was a remedy that could be taken or not—it was too mild.

This meant that the Fourth Prince was perfectly fine.

He turned to the Fourth Prince on the bed, "Tell me, why did the young girl hit you?"

The Fourth Prince, still young, immediately forgot about feigning unconsciousness and sat up, "I just pulled the ribbon on her head. Normally when I pull it, it’s fine, but today she suddenly went crazy and punched me."

"And she knocked Rong Ying down as well."

The Emperor looked at him quietly, "One punch?"

The Fourth Prince hesitated, "Not just one. More than one punch."

The Emperor snorted, "I remember that young girl is not even seven years old."

"You, a boy, were knocked out by a single punch from a girl younger than you, and you have the nerve to complain to me?"

The Fourth Prince blushed deeply, embarrassed to mention that he even bled.

In his mortification, the Fourth Prince started to implicate his mother, "It wasn’t me; it was Mother Concubine who wanted to complain."

"And also, Mother Concubine wanted Ruru to be brought over and held down for me to hit, but they didn’t catch her, and her brother took her away."

The Emperor’s face darkened further. Looking at Consort Rong, he rebuked, "Have your years gone to waste arguing with a child not yet seven?"

"Your son provoked the young girl first, and when she fought back, you didn’t even consider how you raise your son, yet you dare to come crying to me!"

Consort Rong inwardly cursed the Fourth Prince for implicating her but covered her face silently with a handkerchief.

The Emperor rose, "Did you just tell me that Mr. Jiang wants the Fourth Prince to apologize to the young girl?"

"Apologize, apologize he must! I am telling you, handle this matter properly! Not a hair out of place!"

"Who asked this boy to be so bold, daring to pull a young girl’s hair?"

The Emperor stormed off, muttering as he went, "Damn it, can’t even beat a young girl, how shameful!"

After the Emperor left, Consort Rong slapped the Fourth Prince on the head, "Are you stupid? Why did you say those things to your father?"

The Fourth Prince retorted aggrievedly, "If I didn’t say it, Father would blame me."

Consort Rong was so angry her chest heaved up and down, tugging at the Fourth Prince’s ear, "Fine, go and apologize yourself!"

The Fourth Prince’s ear twisted in Consort Rong’s hand, tilted his head, and began to cry.

A nearby nanny whispered, "Your Highness, the apology should be more formal. The Emperor explicitly said to handle it well, not carelessly."

Consort Rong was livid, "Then go handle it! Do you need me to direct every little thing?"

The nanny hurriedly went to prepare gifts.

Ruru had already been escorted back to Renxin Hall by Jiang Youzhi.