Chapter 75 My Lord, Be Gentle
Yu Nian, like a cat with its claws outstretched, was making a ruckus behind Chunyu Han.
Chunyu Han was somewhat helpless. Why was she so afraid in broad daylight? Where else could he take her?
"If you still want your tongue, then be quiet."
Yu Nian knew that Chunyu Han never joked. She had finally managed to coax him into submission, and she didn't want to ruin everything, so she quickly shut her mouth.
But she was still a little unsure. Her big, dark eyes darted around as she looked at the receding scenery. Judging from the route Chunyu Han was taking, he must be heading towards the Honeysuckle Pavilion.
Tch, Yu Nian secretly curled her lip. She wondered who said that they should avoid suspicion and be virtuous before marriage. They sent her back to the Prime Minister's residence early in the morning and told her not to come unless necessary.
In less than a day, he contradicted himself and carried her back.
Upon entering the Honeysuckle Pavilion, Chunyu Han placed Yu Nian on a low couch. He then asked Sang Tian to bring a medicine box and had Yu Nian extend her hand.
"Is Your Excellency going to take action personally?"
Yu Nian stretched out her injured hand, still somewhat incredulous in her mind; she was genuinely shocked by Chunyu Han's action.
Chunyu Han actually bandaged her wound himself. You should know that the rarity of his conscience acting out like this is so great that it could be listed as one of the eight wonders of Kyoto.
"I don't think I asked you to speak."
Chunyu Han untied the handkerchief binding Yu Nian's hands, his tone somewhat disdainful. The Prime Minister's legitimate daughter still seemed so naive. It was just bandaging a wound; why was she so shocked? Her jaw almost dropped off the table.
"Ouch, that hurts... Couldn't you be a little gentler, sir?"
Yu Nian gasped. The handkerchief was stuck to her wound, and when she peeled it off, it brought a sharp pain.
Sang Tian, who was guarding outside the door, overheard the conversation between the two inside and silently recited the proverb "Don't listen to what is improper." With only ten days left until the wedding, he never expected that even his self-disciplined master would have moments of impatience.
"If you know it hurts, you won't dare to be so stubborn and reach out again next time."
Chunyu Han noticed that Yu Nian always acted foolishly in the face of swords and shadows. Others would stay far away if they saw it, but she would always go in on her own.
"I wasn't being stubborn; I was protecting an adult, and I couldn't help it."
"I don't need it."
Chunyu Han's voice was icy cold, but Yu Nian heard a notification in his mind that his pleasure level had increased by 10 points.
What's with the words "no"? But the emotions are quite honest.
Yu Nian thought about it and agreed. If she had an extra human-shaped, mobile meat shield to protect her from damage, she would definitely feel secretly pleased.
Taking advantage of Chunyu Han's good mood, Yu Nian wanted to fight for a small benefit for herself.
With her right hand resting on the low pearwood table, letting Chunyu Han do as he pleased, Yu Nian leaned forward lazily, resting her head on her arm, and tilting her head to meet Chunyu Han's gaze.
Because Yu Nian's head was hanging upside down, some blood rushed to her head, and a blush appeared on her fair face, which has not yet faded.
Like a ripe peach, making one want to take a bite, Chunyu Han couldn't help but take another look at this person, and the four words "human face and peach blossom" came to mind.
"You have no manners."
How could bandaging her hand have made her this tired?
"Sir~"
Yu Nian was already immune to Chunyu Han's ordinary lectures. She blinked her watery peach blossom eyes and called out to Chunyu Han in a sweet voice.
Chunyu Han remained silent, his hands continuing to wrap bandages around Yu Nian.
"Look at my hands, they're in such bad shape that even holding chopsticks is a problem, let alone embroidering sachets. Otherwise, how about I ask the best embroiderer in Kyoto to embroider one for you? She's very skilled, and her schedule is booked until next year, but for my sake, she'll definitely help out a little."
Chunyu Han picked up the scissors and gracefully cut the bandage.
Whether the top embroiderer in Kyoto is available or not is entirely up to him. Does he really think he can't see that Yu Nian is trying to slack off again?
If Chunyu remembers correctly, Yu Nian once embroidered a sachet with mandarin ducks playing in the water for the Crown Prince. Ha, she even said she was sincere in her feelings for him. Now she can't even be bothered to embroider a sachet.
[Ding~ System notification: Chunyu Han's happiness value -10]
Yu Nian was taken aback and pouted. Why was she upset again? She was just making a suggestion; if you weren't satisfied, you could have said so. Don't hold a grudge!
People often say a woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea, but Chunyu Han's thoughts are even more unfathomable. If it weren't for the system notification, Yu Nian really wouldn't have been able to tell that the seemingly normal Chunyu Han was actually angry...
Yu Nian straightened up and gritted her teeth. After all, Chunyu Han was her living ancestor, and she had to cater to him.
"Haha, how could the best embroiderer in Kyoto be as good as me? Even if my hand was injured, or even if my hand was broken, I would still embroider for you with my feet. I was just joking with you, why aren't you laughing, sir?"
Yu Nian chuckled twice to smooth things over, her eyes fixed on Chunyu Han, and she actually caught a very faint, fleeting smile.
However, the smile only lasted for a moment and disappeared too quickly. Yu Nian didn't even have time to see it clearly before Chunyu Han had already returned to normal.
"Sir, did you just laugh?"
Yu Nian rubbed her eyes, wondering if she was hallucinating because she was so desperate to make Chunyu Han happy.
Chunyu Han lowered his eyes, and his nimble fingers tied a delicate knot in the bandage of Yu Nian's bandage.
Yu Nian's words, "If your hands are broken, you can embroider with your feet," did indeed surprise him. This girl was going to great lengths to say nice things.
"You don't need to use your feet, as long as you embroider better than before."
At least, it's better than the prince's.
Yu Nian gave an awkward smile. It was definitely impossible for it to be better than before. All Yu Nian could guarantee was that she would try her best. As for what the final product would look like, that was up to her.
"My lord, let me tell you a secret. Actually, all my previous embroidery works were done by hired embroiderers. My own skill level is not as good as that of the top embroiderer."
Yu Nian felt that she needed to give Chunyu Han a heads-up beforehand, lest he get angry and think she was too ugly, which would be troublesome.
“If you dare to hire someone this time, I will break your hand along with that person’s.”
Chunyu Han felt much better after hearing the implication in Yu Nian's words, which suggested it was the first time he had personally embroidered a sachet for someone else.
Along with Chunyu Han's alarming warning, the system notification sounded again.
[Ding~ System notification: Chunyu Han's happiness value +10]
Yu Nian pursed her lips. What did she say again? Chunyu Han was seriously ill, and he would feel happy whenever he tormented her!
This guy's mood swings are far too frequent; even a young girl in the throes of first love wouldn't be as fickle as him.
The sixth system was already old, and with all these back-and-forth switching, Yu Nian was worried about whether it could hold up.
At the entrance of the Honeysuckle Pavilion, Canghai was rushing to report to Chunyu Han, but was stopped by Sangtian when he reached the door.
"Sangsang, stop fooling around. I have important matters to report to the master."
Sang Tian frowned subconsciously, but still didn't let Cang Hai pass. Sang Tian, who was usually straightforward, hesitated a bit.
"Please wait a moment, the master is not available right now... He is busy with Miss Yu Wu."
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