Xiao Liulang spoke with a downcast emotion, "Doctor Song has seen her and said she has lost too much blood..."
The emperor's eyes turned cold, and he looked at Xiao Liulang's arm, "And what happened to you?"
Xiao Liulang lowered his gaze and said, "This humble official is fine, merely a dislocated arm, which has already been set back in place."
A dislocated arm and nothing's wrong? How could a frail scholar endure such pain?
The emperor's face turned ugly, "What exactly happened? Where were you injured?"
Xiao Liulang said with deep sorrow, "It was near Chang'an Avenue. This humble official encountered an assassin on the way home from the Hanlin Academy. By chance, Jiaojiao came to the academy to pick me up and fought with the assassin. Jiaojiao was overpowered and sustained serious injuries. Later, Jiaojiao destroyed the assassin's mask with a hidden weapon, and only then did the assassin flee."
The emperor asked, "Did you get a clear look at the assassin's face?"