Fortunately, Qiao Xiuli quickly grabbed onto the handle of the wheelchair to prevent himself from falling.
The attendant was shocked. "Young Master!"
He ran forward and helped Qiao Xiuli.
Their young master's face was no longer as calm and indifferent as before.
In its place was a slight frown. His knees must be hurting badly!
"I'm fine." Qiao Xiuli slowly breathed out to calm the pain in his legs. "Keep your voice down. Don't let Nuo'er hear you. If she sees me like this, she'll be frightened."
The attendant was anxious, but there was nothing he could do.
He helped Qiao Xiuli onto the wheelchair and then squatted down to massage both sides of his knees.
The attendant sighed. "Young Master, in my opinion, Her Highness is smart and considerate. Why do you have to put on a strong front in front of her? I feel bad for you just from seeing this!"