Yi Ren frowned. "This servant must go and ask an experienced old nanny." She got up and walked out, but before she could move, a greeting came from outside the door.

The master and servant exchanged a glance, and Yiren went to the door to greet them, saying, "Greetings, Master. May you be well."

"rise."

Yiren stepped aside and winked at her master, but Nan Yi ignored her.

Yinzhen came in and looked at the woman lying on the couch. She was still the same, staring at him silently, neither greeting him nor saying a word, making it impossible for him to know where to start. He actually hoped that she would make a fuss with him and tell him her grievances.

After getting sick, a person becomes as tough as a mule.

When his gaze inadvertently fell on her feet, his pupils contracted sharply.

Nan Yi deliberately left her feet exposed, wondering if this man felt any remorse. Knowing she had amnesia, he still dismissed the eunuch who had led the way. While he was enjoying time with his mother, did he ever think about her being punished by standing on an empty stomach for such a long time? What did a concubine mean to him?

Nan Yi was filled with resentment; as his wife and concubine, he seemed far too heartless.

Once again, she desperately wanted to leave this place and never see this old man again.

Noticing the damp heat on her feet, she tried to pull them back, but he held them tightly, so Nan Yi gave up.

Yinzhen looked at his once jade-like feet, now covered in scars. He bent down and sat down, then spread a white handkerchief on his lap and placed it on his legs.

He didn't want to come today. He went back to the manor to see the pregnant Li Shi. After returning to his study and sitting down for a while, he thought of her again. He couldn't rest easy, and he was really worried about her health. After seeing off the thirteenth prince, who looked strange, he rode his horse to the other courtyard. By then, it was already dark.

"Go, make the lamps brighter, and fetch a thin needle," Yinzhen instructed Yiren.

Yinzhen rubbed her feet, and Nan Yi kicked him slightly, wondering where he had been before and who he was trying to impress now. He slapped her and then gave her a sweet treat, but she wasn't buying it.

"Don't move, this will improve blood circulation," he said, massaging the soles of her feet. He was worried that her feet were swollen and stiff from wearing platform shoes for too long, causing poor blood circulation and difficulty in dispersing stagnant blood.

When Yiren brought over a fine needle, Yinzhen personally removed the blisters from her skin. Under the lamplight, he was so close, his brows furrowed, fine beads of sweat appearing on his nose, his thin lips pursed, his expression so earnest that Nan Yi couldn't help but wonder, which one was the real him?

The cold and ruthless one in the palace, or the man before me who is willing to humble himself?

Nan Yi scrutinized him closely. He was an extremely enigmatic man. When he was gentle, he was sickeningly sweet; when he was ruthless, he was as cold as the dead of winter. She thought that she couldn't handle a man like him. She should just stick to being a free-spirited wandering knight-errant.

At that time, regardless of whether Nan Yi admitted it or not, Yinzhen's actions gave her a strange feeling.

She couldn't tell whether she liked it or not.

After picking at the blisters on her feet, Yinzhen soaked them again, carefully applied the ointment, and wrapped them in cotton cloth. "Be careful in a moment, and wait until the medicine is absorbed before you go to sleep."

Yiren watched in astonishment, overjoyed. The prince washing his concubine's feet was as rare as gold falling from the sky.

She was so gentle and considerate; who would believe it if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes? At the same time, she was happy for her master. In this situation, it would be difficult for her master not to turn the tables.

Nan Yi snapped out of her daze and tried to stick out her foot. "Hehe, now it looks even more like a pig's trotter," she said with a grin.

After working so hard for half a day, Yinzhen received only these words. He looked at the heartless Tong Shi on the bed with a dark face, then turned around and went to the washroom to clean himself up and change into a bathrobe before coming out.

Upon entering the room, he saw Tong Shi rolling around on the bed, her hair scattered on the blankets. He shook his head and sighed. This crazy woman—he couldn't even remember what Tong Shi used to look like.

Nan Yi rolled halfway up the bed when she saw a dark shadow in front of the bed. Startled, she jumped up, but in her haste, her elbow caught on her hair, and she fell back down, hitting her head on the bed. She was stunned for a long time.