Chapter 1168 If you are pleased with me, then breathe 22
She pulled a handkerchief from her sleeve, gently wiped her mouth, nodded to Xuanhe, and then stood up to take her leave before the Emperor.
The Emperor was busy reading the memorials and waved for her to leave.
Song Jinhuan retreated quickly.
The moment he stepped out of the imperial study, the man in the scarlet robe followed him out.
"Miss Lin."
Song Jinhuan stopped and turned her head in confusion, "Elder Xuan?"
"Why haven't you come to the Xuan Mansion to deliver scriptures these past two days?"
Xuanhe didn't know what he was saying; he just wanted to talk to someone.
Song Jinhuan's brows relaxed, and he explained, "I have not received the Empress Dowager's verbal instruction."
"Has Elder Xuan's cold not yet healed?"
If an illness doesn't get better for a long time, wouldn't that make him seem weak?
Xuanhe: "I've fully recovered, but I still have some old ailments... It's nothing serious."
Song Jinhuan pursed her lips and said very seriously, "Elder Xuan, if you are sick, go see a doctor. The scriptures can only bring you peace of mind."
I never expected that Elder Xuan would try to cure me with scriptures. How foolish of him!
Xuanhe met her gaze, and his heart trembled. She cared about him!
Realizing this possibility, his excitement caused him to abandon his usual composure, and with a hint of grievance, he inquired, "Why doesn't Miss Lin ask about my old ailment?"
The man's cheeks were powdered, and his deep eyes were fixed on her.
Song Jinhuan suddenly recalled the moment when they made eye contact in the car.
The thousand taels of silver have not yet been repaid.
"How is Elder Xuan's old ailment progressing?"
Xuanhe lowered his eyes, silently rolled up his sleeve, revealing crisscrossing scars on his arm. Because of his fair skin, they were less ferocious and ugly.
Song Jinhuan was slightly surprised, "This..."
"Scars left from repelling the enemy before."
Xuanhe paused, his large, well-defined hands trembling slightly as he pulled down his sleeve. His clear, cold voice was filled with apology. "The scar is ugly. I hope it didn't frighten Miss Lin."
After he finished speaking, he stole several glances at the girl's expression, but he didn't see any of the heartache the butler had mentioned.
Her lips were pressed tightly together, and her jawline unconsciously tightened even more.
Seeing his distress, Song Jinhuan comforted him, "The scars aren't ugly. They're all a testament to Elder Xuan's honor in guarding the border."
Xuanhe's eyes brightened slightly. "Really?"
Song Jinhuan nodded vigorously.
Xuanhe thought to himself, "The butler's so-called concern is really petty."
Miss Lin seemed very proud of his war achievements.
However, his joy was short-lived, as the girl pulled out a thousand-tael silver note and said, "Elder Xuan, here you go."
Xuanhe didn't want to answer, so he simply pretended not to see it. "I have other matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave first."
Song Jinhuan swiftly grabbed his sleeve and stuffed the silver notes into his arms.
Xuanhe froze, utterly astonished. "You!"
"Since Elder Xuan has something to attend to, please go ahead and do your work."
Song Jinhuan urged him very considerately, as if she wasn't delaying his important business.
Xuanhe clutched the silver notes in his arms, his ears turning bright red, and said in disapproval, "How could you do such a disrespectful thing to me!"
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The girl was shocked. "Elder Xuan, you can eat more food, but you can't say things carelessly."
Xuanhe pointed to the sleeve that had been grabbed and said righteously, "No one has ever been so presumptuous towards me."
Song Jinhuan quickly let go and denied it, saying, "I didn't do anything, I just wanted to return the money to you!"
Xuanhe looked like a good man who had been abandoned, and gave a bleak smile: "Yes, it's just about paying back the money."
"She only tugged at my sleeve and touched my chest when she was repaying the money... Do you know that all of this is for my future wife!"
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