Why is your hand swollen?

"They might have hit him too hard."

Xiao Qingyin chuckled softly.

She rarely uses force, but after hammering Yelü Sui for so long, it's normal for her to be swollen.

Yi Shuihan's face darkened: "He got off too easy."

He'll go to the East Palace another day and beat him up again.

After saying that, he asked Xiao Qingyin for some ointment, applied it carefully to her, and rubbed it for a while before letting go of her hand.

"It's inconvenient to act in the palace. Would you like to change your identity? I'll find someone to replace you, and you can come to my residence under a different identity."

Xiao Qingyin raised an eyebrow: "What, you don't want to play the role of imperial bodyguard and imperial concubine, but want to change it to a general and his substitute concubine?"

Yi Shuihan: "..."

He couldn't help but ask, "Just how many storybooks have you read?"

“There are too many to count,” Xiao Qingyin laughed. “We not only have storybooks, but also TV series, movies, murder mystery games, short dramas, and many other stories.”

Yi Shuihan: "!!!"

Can he handle all of these?

I'm suddenly starting to worry about my kidneys.

Xiao Qingyin leaned against his chest and comforted him, "Don't worry, I'm not interested in every story. I only like about three or five hundred."

With three to five hundred, you could go through them all in a year or two?

It doesn't seem too difficult?

Yi Shuihan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He only realized he had been too complacent when he later learned that a TV series could run for two or three months.

He stayed for half an hour before leaving.

With him making the arrangements, Xiao Qingyin felt relieved and quickly fell asleep.

The next morning, she received the results of the bet.