Chapter 214

Looking at Song Xuan, who was in a disheveled state, Shen Qingnian said, "Let me help you to wash up first."

At this moment, Song Xuan's face was not only covered with bloodstains that she had smeared evenly, but also with mud from the pit he had fallen into, making his appearance unrecognizable.

"You go first," Song Xuan said, glancing at Shen Qingnian, who was not much better off than himself.

After he uses that bucket of clean water, it will probably become murky.

Actually, Shen Qingnian was the same; neither of them was better than the other.

Shen Qingnian glanced at the somewhat weak Song Xuan and nodded, "Then I'll go wash up first."

After saying that, she went to the wooden tub, pulled open the wooden screen next to her, and draped the clean clothes that Yan Jinyong had brought over on the screen. There were two clothes in total, one gray and one purplish-red. She then focused on washing and grooming herself.

The wooden tub was full of water, and the rising steam quickly drifted out from behind the screen, spreading and lingering in the room.

A moment later, Song Xuan, who was resting with his eyes closed, heard the sound of rushing water coming from behind the screen. The sound of the water seemed to have eased the pain in his wounds.

He couldn't help but open his eyes to look, but the wooden barrel was completely blocked by the screen, and he couldn't see anything, but his heart was inexplicably racing.

Tonight's Qing Nian was very different from the one he remembered, even surprising him. He also saw the momentary panic in Qing Nian's eyes when she killed the bandits at the bandit's stronghold.

He was surprised by the other party's ruthlessness and also amazed by her resilience. In such a dangerous situation, she was able to deal with the bandits without hesitation and even stab one of them through the back with a sword. Such decisiveness and strength were something that had never been seen in a noble lady.

He finally understood why the other person always harbored resentment, and why they always pushed him away when he tried to test them...

As Song Xuan pondered, he couldn't help but raise his hand to touch the scar on his heart, his expression shifting and deep, filled with profound meaning.

At this moment, the sound of water behind the screen stopped, and a moment later, Shen Qingnian, who looked refreshed, came out.

The dried bloodstains on her face had been washed away, and the blood on her head had been wiped clean. The purplish-red coarse cloth dress she wore did not detract from her beauty in the slightest.

Shen Qingnian walked to the bedside, stretched out her fair hand, and said in a calm voice, "Your Majesty, please move behind the screen, I will help you with your washing and grooming."

Song Xuan had many wounds, large and small, and needed help to stand up.

“No need, I can go by myself,” Song Xuan said, pursing his lips and avoiding her hand. He got out of bed and slowly walked towards the screen.

Many things remained unsaid between them, and he didn't want her to serve him. Besides, he didn't want to do intimate things like helping her bathe when she called him "Your Majesty."

He didn't want her to see the old scar on his chest...

Seeing that Song Xuan was unwilling to let her help, Shen Qingnian still followed him, forcibly supporting him and advising, "You are seriously injured, it may not be appropriate for you to go alone."

"Since you call me Your Majesty, why do you not heed the words of an emperor?" Song Xuan asked coldly.

Shen Qingnian was speechless, feeling that the man in front of her was really different from the man three years ago. The man three years ago was gentle and distant.

Men these days are cold and stubborn.

But seeing his disheveled appearance, she softened her voice and said softly, "Song Xuan, let me help you wash up, okay?"

[Song Xuan: I might as well die of anger...]