The Daily Life of Consort Chun Winning by Lying Down: Qing Dynasty Transmigration

Transmigrated to become a maid in the household of the Fourth Prince Hongli, Su Yushan trembled. She realized that when Hongli later ascended the throne as Emperor, she was highly likely to become ...

The 139th day, I returned to the capital to investigate.

After seeing the doctor off, Qinghe was in a dilemma. Her injury was on her lower back, and applying the plaster required lifting her clothes, which was inconvenient for him, a grown man, to help.

Su Yushan was thinking there was no rush and she would wait for Yunfang to return before putting up the paperwork. Qinghe, however, believed that it was better to put it up as soon as possible and that there was no time to lose.

After thinking it over, he went to his neighbor's house and asked an aunt to help him apply the plaster.

During this time, he waited outside until the woman came out, then he went back inside, filled her hand warmer with hot water, and handed it to her so she could put it in her bed to warm herself up.

The moment he extended his arm, Su Yushan noticed a wound on his wrist, still bleeding, and was immediately startled. "Your hand is bleeding! Did you get injured while hunting?"

"It's just a minor injury, nothing serious."

“It still needs to be bandaged; we can’t let it bleed continuously.” He didn’t take it seriously, so Su Yushan asked him to help her take out the wooden box at the foot of the bed.

Qinghe thought it was hers, so she did as she was told.

After receiving the box, Su Yushan struggled to sit up and took out a porcelain bottle from the box.

Yunfang said he often gets injured, and his family keeps a bottle of medicine powder for stopping bleeding. Su Yushan then uncorked the porcelain bottle and asked him to hold out his hand so she could apply the medicine.

The medicine powder was applied to the wound, and a burning, stinging sensation came instantly. Qinghe frowned slightly, clenched his teeth, and remained silent.

There was no gauze in the room, so she folded her handkerchief, placed it on his wrist, and gently wrapped it around, carefully tying a knot, afraid of hurting him.

Witnessing her with her eyelashes half-closed, carefully and meticulously bandaging him, Qinghe unconsciously held his breath, as if even a slightly heavier breath would disturb her.

After doing all that, she breathed a sigh of relief, a slight smile curving her lips. "That should stop the bleeding."

Noticing that she was about to look up, Qinghe immediately looked away and avoided eye contact.

She was already used to his aloof attitude, so she didn't take it to heart and said with a faint smile, "It's my first time bandaging someone, so please don't be too critical if it's not done well."

Qinghe smiled indifferently, "It's alright, as long as it stops the bleeding. You lie down and rest for a while, I'll go to the kitchen to heat up the food."

He put the medicine bottle back into the box, while Su Yushan picked up the book beside her pillow to continue reading. It was midday, but because of the snow falling outside, the room was terribly gloomy.

Qinghe was worried that she would hurt her eyes by reading like this, so he took out a flint and steel from his pocket and lit the candle on the table.

Su Yushan glanced at it casually and couldn't help but wonder, "Your flint and steel is inlaid with amber, coral and turquoise. It's very exquisite and can be called a treasure. Did you trade it for your prey?"

Shaking his head, Qinghe said, "This is something I always carry with me." As he spoke, he handed her the flint and steel, "If you like it, you can keep it!"

Su Yushan immediately clarified, "I didn't want it, I just found it strange." How could Qinghe have such a valuable item on him?

She examined the flint and steel in her hand closely and was surprised to find that there seemed to be some words engraved on the bottom of the flint and steel.

She couldn't see clearly, so she asked him to move the candle closer. She examined the bottom of the flint and steel carefully for a long time before finally recognizing it, and exclaimed in surprise.

“Baoyunzhai? This is from Baoyunzhai! I know this shop; it's on West Street in the capital. Most of Baoyunzhai's items are one-of-a-kind, never duplicates, and are highly sought after by high-ranking officials and nobles. You can go there and ask; perhaps… you can find out about your background!”

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