Chapter 39 Strange, let us see your arm.

Realizing this, Anhe felt uneasy.

Because he had fallen in love with Zhao Liangxu, he couldn't bear it anymore.

He couldn't bear to let Zhao Liangxu die.

Zhao Liangxu wanted to dodge when An He was about to touch her face.

However, he could see that there was no malice in Anhe's eyes.

He took his handkerchief and gently wiped the blood off Zhao Liangxu's face, one stroke at a time.

Anhe had never approached her so proactively before, without any malicious intent, though his words remained as sharp as ever.

"You just let the blood smear on your face, don't you find it dirty?"

Zhao Liangxu was truly baffled at this moment.

Anhe gave irrelevant answers to her questions.

There was no direct answer at all.

Zhao Liangxu's blood and energy hadn't completely dissipated yet.

She had asked so kindly, but Anhe hadn't given a proper answer.

That annoying eunuch!

Seeing that she couldn't get the ideal answer, Zhao Liangxu was too lazy to smile anymore. It hadn't been many days since Anhe suddenly changed his attitude that day, so she was naturally still annoyed.

She frowned, trying to brush Anhe's hand away.

Zhao Liangxu's hand touched An He's hand, and An He paused for a moment.

It's the dead of winter now, and the sky is getting dark; without the sun, the cold wind seems to be blowing even more.

Zhao Liangxu was wearing very few clothes, and her fingertips were icy cold.

Anhe took off his cloak and draped it over Zhao Liangxu. He slowly and carefully tied the ties, then adjusted the fox fur around Zhao Liangxu's neck so that it clung tightly to her neck and cheeks, preventing any wind from getting in.

But this was the cloak he had worn.

"You're getting angry? We haven't even asked you why you sent Xia away. Anyone who didn't know better would think you were in cahoots with Zhao Chengxin all along."

His fingers moved away from the fox fur and inadvertently brushed against Zhao Liangxu's hair.

Zhao Liangxu leaned back slightly: "Whatever Eunuch An thinks is fine." She was too lazy to explain.

Anhe's fingers curled up; Zhao Liangxu was still angry.

Anhe glanced down at Zhao Liangxu's expression. She had hugged her before; would she be disgusted by the clothes worn by eunuchs?

He pulled his cloak tighter around himself.

There was no disgust on her face.

She always pretends to be considerate; even if she dislikes something, she probably won't show it.

Anhe tried to comfort herself.

The eunuchs and others standing nearby were completely dumbfounded.

Is this still the sinister and terrifying Ninth Prince who is above them?

The eunuch felt the kick to his chest and the slap to his face throb even more intensely.

Just moments ago, the Ninth Prince was as terrifying as ever.

The Imperial Guards and their subordinates nearby clicked their tongues in surprise, all astonished by An He's unusual gentleness.

The eunuch was even more distressed. Why hadn't he sent someone to rescue Zhao Liangxu beforehand?

An He knew that he hesitated even to save Zhao Liangxu, so if Zhao Liangxu was truly worthy of his treatment, how could he not go to save her?

He would risk his own life to save him.

But Anhe had previously seemed to be hoping that Zhao Liangxu would die sooner.

He simply couldn't fathom Anhe's thoughts!

Those guarding outside watched as An He led Zhao Liangxu over and quickly made way for them.

"Everything's been cleaned up. We'll take down everyone who needs to be taken down."

Anhe left after saying those words.

Only then did the others dare to approach the house to investigate. Upon seeing the appearance of the refugee brothers, cold sweat broke out on everyone's faces.

So Princess Zhao was such a ruthless character?

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An He naturally led Zhao Liangxu into the carriage. There were several hand warmers inside the carriage, which, while not as warm as a heated floor, were at least much warmer than outside.

Zhao Liangxu was still completely baffled.

Anhe is acting very strangely today, extremely strangely!

Zhao Liangxu sat on one side of the carriage, thinking to herself that An He really knew how to enjoy life.

The carriage was furnished like a small bedroom, and she felt as if she had been thrown into a warm and soft quilt as soon as she sat down.

However, she couldn't change her clothes in time, and the cushion inevitably got some bloodstains.

"Come sit here," An He patted the seat next to him and gestured to Zhao Liangxu.

It looks even stranger from this perspective.

How could Anhe let herself sit next to him?

He's the most fastidious and demanding person I've ever met.

But Zhao Liangxu still sat down next to him with a cold face, because there were many hand warmers next to him.

She maintained a proper and polite distance from Anhe, not wanting to get any closer to him, nor bothering to say another word.

This comfortable environment also amplified the discomfort Zhao Liangxu experienced.

The cut on my finger is easy to treat; it will heal in a few days.

However, the wounds she inflicted with her fingertips to maintain her mental clarity were not so easy to treat. When fighting with the Wang brothers, she had to tense her muscles and concentrate fully.

The force exerted in the arms must be exerted with all one's might, and the movements are wide and sweeping, inevitably aggravating the wound.

She even used too much force during the movement, which tore her shallow wound a little more.

Once a person is immersed in a warm and cozy place, their spirits unconsciously become somewhat languid.

Zhao Liangxu rubbed against the side of the carriage to find a comfortable position, but her arm was a little stiff from the wound.

An He's gaze had been fixed on Zhao Liangxu ever since he got into the carriage, and he naturally noticed the unusual behavior of Zhao Liangxu.

"Let me see your arm." He toned down his usual sharp and sarcastic tone, and his words didn't offend Zhao Liangxu, but he also didn't show much expression.

Zhao Liangxu didn't know what kind of acute illness Anhe had suffered from, but she could always hear that his voice was hoarse, neither smooth nor sharp, and slightly lower than the voices of the other eunuchs.

Zhao Liangxu turned her head to one side and her arm was far away from An He, leaving only half of An He's moon-like profile exposed.

She tilted her head, revealing her slender neck, on which winding blue veins could be seen.

Too thin.

Seeing Zhao Liangxu's uncooperative attitude, An He felt a strange sense of doubt. He didn't find her sullen attitude annoying at all.

The moment he saw Zhao Liangxu today, it was as if he had suddenly unlocked some secret, and he felt a surge of affection.

Once I've regained my emotional clarity, I can no longer deceive myself into thinking I want to kill her.

Anhe reached out to grab Zhao Liangxu's wrist, but accidentally touched the wound under her sleeve.

"hiss."

Zhao Liangxu glanced at An He with a hint of anger: "Eunuch An's thoughts are truly hard to fathom! He locked me up without asking any questions, and then urged me to find Zhao Chengxin's whereabouts like a sheep. Now that he has used me, what does he want to do next?"

She stretched her arm out in front of An He: "If Eunuch An insists on looking, then look. No one will care if you carve a flower on your arm!"

An He was momentarily speechless at Zhao Liangxu's words. After all, he was someone who had tasted power and had been enjoying the high position for so long. Even if he felt a liking for it, he wouldn't suddenly become a lapdog and fawn over her.

"I really want to sew your mouth shut," he muttered to himself.

He rolled up Zhao Liangxu's sleeves and discovered that her ivory-white undershirt had been stained with bright red.

"How did you get hurt here?" Anhe asked.

He had intended to lift Zhao Liangxu's undergarment further up to examine the injury more closely, but Zhao Liangxu's wound was already stuck to the undergarment. An He's action was not so much a gentle lift as it was more like a tearing motion for Zhao Liangxu.

The pain aggravated her wound, causing her breath to tremble for a moment. Although she quickly covered it up, Anhe still heard it.

He stopped moving after lifting just a corner.

"Did the wound get stuck to your clothes?"

Zhao Liangxu nodded.

Anhe stopped looking at the wound and rolled up her sleeve for her. The cool ring on his finger touched Zhao Liangxu's skin like a dragonfly skimming the water, slightly cool and slightly itchy.

"I'll treat your injury when we get back to Anfu. You should rest for now."

Zhao Liangxu was surprised by the current calm in Anhe, and after thinking it over, she attributed it to the calm before the storm.

Having been here for so long, she had honed some skills in reading the room and observing people's expressions. Finding that An He hadn't caused any trouble, she decided to test him: "Eunuch An wants to heal my injuries and then send me away safe and sound, doesn't he?"

Sending her away naturally means sending her to her death.

An He chuckled, grabbed a hand warmer from beside him, and tossed it to Zhao Liangxu: "Yes, we really intend to take good care of you before we set off. You'd better cherish this precious time."

These words carried a hint of a joke, and Zhao Liangxu could tell that An He didn't intend to kill her for the time being, but she always felt that An He had something else in mind.

But then she felt that this was the right way, this was how Anhe, whom she knew, spoke.

Zhao Liangxu hesitated for a moment, but still picked up the hand warmer, savoring the warmth.

Upon arriving at the An residence, An He kept his word and immediately found a doctor to treat Zhao Liangxu's external injuries.

The doctor cleaned her wound, and Anhe naturally watched from the side.

Ironically, Anhe realized that this was the first time he had properly entered Zhao Liangxu's courtyard and her usual residence.

She had been living at the An residence for some time, but he had never bothered to come here more than a few times.

When this small courtyard was first given to her, no one thought about furnishing it with anything nice. At the time, no one even thought that Zhao Liangxu would live in the mansion for so long, or that she would live for so long.

The house was supposed to be secluded and tranquil, but in reality it was nothing more than cramped and shabby.

After Zhao Liangxu received Li Ying's reward, she gradually added some things to the courtyard, making the house seem quite lively.

Anhe brought over the most skilled bodyguard in the manor for treating external injuries.

Coincidentally, it was the same eunuch who had been kicked and slapped by Anhe.

Because he did dirty work that was difficult to talk about behind closed doors, injuries were inevitable, which naturally honed his skills in healing.

Anhe first had the physician in the manor examine Zhao Liangxu's injuries, as cleaning the wounds should be done by someone skilled in the art.

The eunuch had long known how to treat wounds quickly and efficiently, but today his hands were unusually trembling.

Anhe moved a chair over and sat down next to them, his arms crossed, watching the doctor and the eunuch's movements intently.

The undercover agent was quite nervous and scared.

The fierce look in the eyes of the Ninth Prince sent shivers down his spine.

He said to Zhao Liangxu tremblingly, "Princess Zhao, the clothes are stuck to the wound. We need to tear the clothes off. It may hurt a little. Please bear with it."

After saying that, he ruthlessly took action and treated the area around the wound as quickly as possible.

Although Zhao Liangxu was in pain, she could bear the pain of such a minor wound.

The doctor stepped forward and carefully examined the wound. He exclaimed, "Princess Zhao, forgive my poor eyesight, but what is the name of this cut?"