Fatty immediately locked eyes with Lily, uncertainty flickering across his expression. Fatty knew that Lily, vibrant and full of life, had a protective streak, and her alarm was genuine.
"Young Miss Lily," Mushu, ever the poised guardian, interjected from his watchful stance near Ling Li's study, "they were in training. It was an intense session, and while everyone sustained injuries, only Quan Ye received a wound on his face. It will heal over time and shouldn't leave a scar."
Just then, Ling Li and Shi Min emerged from the study, the air thick with the gravitas of their conversation.
"Butler Peng, kindly ask the kitchen to prepare lunch," Ling Li commanded, her voice cool and authoritative yet underlined with concern for her husband and friends.
"Yes, Madam," came the dutiful reply. Butler Peng hurried away, the rustle of his crisp uniform vanishing into the kitchen.