Even without analyzing his birth chart, it's clear he's no ordinary person.
Qi Huang didn't want to cause trouble.
Just as he was about to refuse, the man seemed to give up, cried out in pain, and collapsed to the ground.
The woman rushed to help him, her heart filled with anxiety.
A bright red line appeared on their clasped hands.
It is a predestined marriage line.
Like her and Mo Yunhan.
A flicker of pain and struggle flashed in Qi Huang's eyes.
After a moment, he said, "Come on up."
Thank you.
The woman thanked him happily, and the coachman, seeing that the host had agreed, quickly helped her onto the carriage.
Fortunately, the carriage was spacious, and the two of them didn't feel cramped inside.
The man was also a polite person. He sat in the seat closest to the curtain, seemingly afraid of being seen. He forced himself to sit on the carriage shaft with a red face.
She simply turned her body slightly to the side, without glancing at Qi Huang.
The woman was more at ease and gave Qi Huang a half-bow.
"Sister, may I have some hot water? I want to clean my husband's wounds."
Qi Huang nodded.
He then pulled out a box of ointment from his pocket.
"Medicine for wounds, ten taels of silver."
The woman paused, then instinctively looked at the man.
The man also looked at Qi Huang at this moment, seemingly surprised that she would suddenly ask for money.
Qi Huang glanced at the two of them.
He then stuffed the ointment back into his sleeve.
"No need to calculate it."
The woman was anxious.
"Yes, we'll use it."
He immediately reached for his purse.
The money pouch was embroidered with gold thread.
It's clearly something only wealthy people would use.
She took out a silver ingot from inside and placed it on the table.
Qi Huang handed him the ointment.
The carriage moved smoothly forward, and the woman tore off the lining of her skirt to bandage the man's wound.
He muttered complaints under his breath as he worked on it.
"If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have suffered like this. In the end, it's all the Emperor's fault. He's so old, yet he still wants to select concubines..."
"Wenwen!"
The man patted her head warily, signaling her not to say anything more.
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