Jiang Yimian followed the female physician from the Imperial Medical Academy to a secluded courtyard outside the martial arts arena.
The courtyard was empty; there were hardly any people there.
Because of its proximity to the training ground, it was originally intended as a resting place for the wounded.
Unexpectedly, because Abiya suddenly changed the rules of the competition, there were not many injuries after several rounds.
Tu Kun and the one who initially challenged him are both seriously injured and are currently at the Imperial Hospital, while things have quieted down here.
The female physician led Jiang Yimian into the resting room before respectfully asking, "Where is the princess injured?"
Jiang Yimian just smiled and said, "There's no need to trouble the physician. I can apply the medicine myself. You go and help out at the training ground."
The most important thing right now is to find out where the Empress Dowager and the Marquis of Anding have gone.
Although we now know that the two are in a relationship, we don't know what they want to do. This is a rare opportunity that we can't miss.
Seeing this, the female physician didn't say much. She put down a few bottles of medicine on the table and respectfully withdrew.
Jiang Yimian sat down at the table, pondering the current whereabouts of the Empress Dowager and the Marquis of Anding.
Just then, the door was pushed open from the outside.
As soon as Lu Cijian entered, he rushed forward and asked worriedly, "Mianmian, how are your injuries?"
The young man's brows were furrowed with anxiety, and his usually aloof and handsome face had lost its usual indifference, replaced by a hint of urgency.
Jiang Yimian simply smiled at the person who came in. "I'm fine. The most important thing right now isn't this. When did the Empress Dowager and the Marquis of Anding leave?"
Upon hearing this, Lu Cijian's tense expression did not disappear; instead, his brows furrowed even more.
He recalled the scene of Jiang Yimian being instantly slapped to the ground by Tu Kun.
He knew how strong Tu Kun was.
Even a grown man was knocked to the ground by the other party and couldn't get up, let alone Mianmian.
If it weren't for the competition, he would have rushed up and torn Tu Kun to pieces.
Mianmian must have been seriously injured after being thrown by Tukun.
He said with concern, "Let's not talk about them for now, let me see your injuries."
As he spoke, he quickly pressed down on the person who was trying to stand up from the round chair and reached out to pull at her clothes.
Jiang Yimian was taken aback, then suddenly laughed. Leaning against the table, resting her chin on her hand, she glanced at the large, slender hand resting on her collar and said with a charming smile, "Is Lord Lu trying to be a rogue?"
Lu Cijian paused, belatedly blushing, but the worry on her face did not disappear at all. "Mianmian, check the injury first."
Jiang Yimian then turned her back to the young man, reluctantly unbuttoned her clothes, and said with a smile, "I'm really fine..."
Before she could finish speaking, Lu Cijian interrupted her, saying with displeasure, "You said you were fine, but your injuries are so serious."
The girl's exposed fair back was covered in bruises, especially her shoulders, where the bluish-purple marks looked particularly frightening against her fair skin.
The young man's gaze was heavy, his expression showing a mixture of regret and heartache.
"Mianmian, it's my fault for not protecting you properly, and that's why you got hurt."
He should have insisted on stopping them back then. Who cares about the looks from those Tuyuhun people, or what the common people think of them?
All he wants is for Mianmian to be well.
Jiang Yimian paused, turned around, and wrapped her arms around the young man's neck. She stared intently at his peach blossom eyes, which seemed to have dimmed considerably, and said with dissatisfaction, "What does my injury have to do with you? Lord Lu, don't blame yourself for everything."
If I hadn't accepted the challenge, people would have suspected me of saving General Wei back then.
That was clearly my doing. How could I possibly give anyone a chance to doubt me? I'm really fine, don't blame yourself.
I'm just proving myself, A-Jian. I beat Tu-Kun, and I'm so happy.
She was speaking from the heart. She was truly happy to have won against Tu Kun in front of so many people and cleared the way for the soldiers of Da Jin to participate in the competition.
Moreover, A-Jian did do something; if she hadn't discovered the hidden weapon on Tu-Kun's body, she probably would have suffered a lot.
Lu Cijian looked down at the person in front of him, feeling an indescribable heartache.
But Jiang Yimian's bright, smiling eyes made him unable to help but feel happy for her.
Yes, Mianmian beat Tukun in front of so many people, that's amazing.
The person he likes should be dazzling.
Mianmian deserves everyone's cheers.
He reached out and gently touched the bruises on Jiang Yimian's back. "Does it hurt a lot?"
Jiang Yimian smiled and pecked him on the lips before saying, "Maybe it won't hurt if you apply the medicine for me!"
Lu Cijian chuckled, reached out and pinched the girl's cheek, then kissed her red lips before saying, "Sit still, I'll apply the medicine for you."
Jiang Yimian then released her grip on the young man's neck, leaned back in the chair, and casually asked, "Where are the Marquis of Anding and the Empress Dowager now?"
The two were still there before the competition.
After waiting for a while, the person behind me did not answer.
She was only slightly puzzled, but a chill ran through the bruises on her back, making her shiver involuntarily.
Lu Cijian quickly said, "Is it very cold? It'll be ready soon, just wait a moment."
As he spoke, he gently spread the ointment on Jiang Yimian's back with his palm.
The warm palm quickly warmed the cold ointment, and the coolness disappeared instantly, replaced by the ticklish feeling of that warm, large hand gently stroking her back.
The young man's movements were very gentle, his fingertips slightly calloused. Although his actions were not at all ambiguous, they still made Jiang Yimian's heart beat faster.
The tingling sensation on her back and the slight coolness emanating from her exposed skin made her shiver involuntarily.
So much so that when that large hand came over again, she instinctively flinched away.
Lu Cijian, however, felt somewhat helpless. He reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back and saying with displeasure, "Don't move around."
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt that the texture in his hand was not quite right. The soft and delicate texture made him subconsciously squeeze it.
Jiang Yimian blushed instantly, slapped the large hand, and said with dissatisfaction, "Lu Cijian, stop taking advantage of me."
Lu Cijian was startled. When he realized what the soft thing in his hand was, he felt a burning heat in his palm, which made him stiffen. A blush instantly rose to his cheeks, and he quickly withdrew his hand.
His fingers accidentally snagged on the thin rope around the girl's waist.
Lu Cijian was startled and became flustered. Just as he was about to pull his hand back, the knot on the thin rope suddenly came undone.
The girl's clothes fell loosely down.
The softness beneath his arms appeared right before his eyes.
His fair skin made his breathing quicken slightly.
Jiang Yimian, oblivious to everything else, noticed the person behind her remained motionless and asked curiously, "Are you done?"
Lu Cijian closed his eyes briefly, his clear voice slightly hoarse, "Mianmian, your clothes are torn."
Jiang Yimian was stunned and hadn't quite reacted yet. She subconsciously turned around, and a piece of clothing was suddenly pulled over her head.
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