Chapter 33 A Touch of Color
An Yi moved his lips, as if he didn't know how to start.
Mo Jinchuan raised his eyes and looked at him with a cold expression, "Miss Song is not an outsider, but you can speak freely."
Afraid that Song Yanxi would misunderstand that he was deliberately guarding against her, An Yi hurriedly said, "I didn't mean to hide it from you, young lady. It's just that the Third Young Master didn't want you to know."
"What's wrong with that kid?" Mo Jinchuan asked with a frown.
Hearing his helpless tone, Song Yanxi thought of something and asked, "Did the Third Young Master fall and get hurt?"
An Yi nodded hurriedly, "He fell from the top of the wall and seemed to be seriously injured. He refused to let anyone come to invite the girl, nor did he let the people below serve him."
Song Yanxi glanced at Mo Jinchuan silently, and her expression suddenly became a little subtle.
How come a person with such a calm temperament like His Royal Highness Prince Jin gave birth to children who are all... so troublesome?
She thought that perhaps the children's personalities were like their biological mother's, being a little more unconventional and not like their father, him.
Seeing the changes in emotions from helplessness, sympathy to understanding in Song Yanxi's eyes, Mo Jinchuan's face instantly darkened.
A few words squeezed out from between his teeth, "Bring that brat here and let Miss Song give him a good treatment."
An Yi responded respectfully, but in his heart he was worried about the third brother.
The master was obviously in a bad mood at the moment, so he could only hope for the best.
Seeing that there was no one else waiting in the yard, Song Yanxi was about to walk forward and push Mo Jinchuan in for acupuncture when she heard him say, "It's cold, change your shoes first. There's hot water and clean clothes in the house."
As she got closer, she could see clearly what he had been holding in his hand.
It turned out to be a pair of women's embroidered shoes.
Song Yanxi reached out to take it, but she was too embarrassed to put it on in front of him. After thanking him, she hurried into the house with the shoes.
There was indeed hot water in the room, but it was prepared for Mo Jinchuan's medicinal bath. Song Yanxi simply used a handkerchief to scoop up some hot water and wiped her feet, then quickly changed into the dress prepared nearby.
She was originally worried that the clothes might be too big. After all, more than a month ago, under the instructions of Old Madam Lin, she had three vegetarian meals a day to pray for Lin Tingfeng who was fighting outside.
Now that I think about it, she was probably already prepared to get rid of her at that time, and was using the name of being a vegetarian to gradually wear her down.
When Song Yanxi thought about how she not only cooperated obediently at that time, but also fainted in the Buddhist temple twice because she copied Buddhist scriptures too late and had not eaten any meat all day, and she did not wake up, she wanted to slap herself twice.
Hearing footsteps, Mo Jinchuan turned around to look.
When his eyes fell on the red dress on Song Yanxi, his eyes couldn't help but darken a little, and a slight curve appeared at the corner of his lips.
He was right, red really suited her.
Unlike in the past when she deliberately wore dark-colored dresses to create an old-fashioned and steady look in order to fit in with her status as the mistress of the general's mansion, this bright-colored dress suits her better.
She was so bright and dazzling that even the moonlight in the sky could not compare to her brilliance.
Just now, the candlelight in the room was dim, and Song Yanxi only thought that the clothes on her body were dark red. Now when she looked down, she found something wrong.
Such a bright red is usually only used in wedding dresses.
Could this be...
Song Yanxi quickly looked at Mo Jinchuan and apologized, "I didn't know in advance that this was the prince's wife's dress. I'm sorry for the offense."
As she spoke, she turned around and was about to go back, intending to change her clothes.
The person is gone, and these things should have been kept for the living to remember them by, instead of being wasted by her.
Seeing Song Yanxi walking so fast, as if she was afraid of being caught up by something, Mo Jinchuan was so angry that he laughed.
He asked, "Who told you that I have a wife?"
Song Yanxi paused, turned around and looked at him, disbelief clearly in her beautiful eyes.
That woman gave birth to four children for him. Even if she was of ordinary origin and could not become the wife of Prince Jin, she should not even have the title of Madam, right?
Even her father, after Concubine Lian became pregnant, immediately brought her into the house and made her his concubine.
Seeing Song Yanxi's eyes gradually becoming strange, Mo Jinchuan frowned and wanted to explain, but the anxious voice of a young man sounded not far away.
"Uncle An Yi, please put me down quickly. I won't go!"
His voice sounded full of energy, and he didn't sound like he was seriously injured.
Mo Jinchuan's face turned slightly cold. He looked towards the entrance and saw An Yi striding towards them with a "thing" on his shoulder.
Seeing his rough movements, Song Yanxi's eyebrows jumped fiercely and said, "Be gentle. The Third Young Master just fell from the top of the wall and may have internal injuries."
Hearing her voice, the boy who was struggling and kicking was stunned for a moment.
An Yi patted his butt and consoled him, "You're a real man, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. Miss Song is a doctor, so what hasn't she seen?"
It would have been better if he didn't say it. When the boy heard this, he immediately wanted to die.
He covered his face with his hands and said incoherently, "I am too embarrassed to see anyone. I will not live anymore!"
The corners of Song Yanxi's mouth twitched. She felt inexplicably that these words sounded familiar, as if she had heard them somewhere before.
"Get down." Mo Jinchuan, who was sitting in a wheelchair, said coldly.
The next moment, the young man on An Yi's shoulders suddenly moved.
He jumped down nimbly and stood beside An Yi. He was not even as tall as An Yi's waist, but he acted like a little adult.
He looked so agile that he didn't look like he was injured at all.
Without waiting for Mo Jinchuan to speak, he decisively admitted his mistake, "Dad, it's my fault. I shouldn't have run out and wandered around in the middle of the night without sleeping."
Mo Jinchuan's eyes were cold, "Continue."
The boy glanced at Song Yanxi secretly and said honestly, "I shouldn't have taken my sister to climb the tree. I ended up jumping over the wall and my sister fell into the peach tree."
After hearing this, Song Yanxi no longer felt that An Yi was too rude to him just now, but felt that the beating was too lenient.
If he left his three-year-old sister on a tree, any family would have had their legs broken.
"Why did you abandon your sister?"
Faced with Mo Jinchuan's second question, the boy did not answer directly, but looked at Song Yanxi again, his little face as worried as a bitter gourd.
He clenched his fists, as if he had made up his mind, and knelt down with a plop.
The moment his knees touched the ground, he gasped in pain and his little face turned pale instantly.
An Yi hurried to help him up, "Stand up and talk first."
The young man remained unmoved and spoke with pain, "Daddy, it was Zixu who was wrong today. I will accept any punishment that Daddy wants."
Mo Jinchuan looked at him with a more serious look in his eyes. Just as he was about to speak, Song Yanxi's voice sounded first.
She asked, "Did Third Young Master specially bring my sister to wait for me at the door tonight?"
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