Feel sorry?
Yan Shiman was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized that he was hallucinating from anger.
Is the North Wind apologizing to itself?
He didn't want to pay attention to Beifeng, but remembering the mess he had made of Beifeng before, he turned around and faced him.
However, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn down.
She looked extremely aggrieved.
Beifeng frowned slightly after seeing his expression.
He then realized that his conscious or unconscious resistance was a sign of his dislike for the young prince.
Suddenly, the image of the young prince crying and apologizing to him flashed into his mind: "Do you find me, someone who is neither male nor female, disgusting?"
He felt disgusted with himself.
Bei Feng chuckled to himself before noticing Yan Shiman's bright red nose, fearing she was about to burst into tears again.
He paused for a moment, then finally relaxed his brow and said, "It's hot. Your Highness, please come inside and stay for a while until it cools down before you leave."
Yan Shiman was taken aback. How could this person's thoughts change so quickly?
But he's not someone who can be easily dismissed or asked to leave.
It's rather pointless to expect someone to invite you in just because you've gotten angry.
Even a young master has his pride.
Yan Shiman pursed her lips, shook her head, and refused, "Now that the things have been delivered, and you know His Majesty is thinking of you, I won't disturb you any longer. You...you should get some rest."
Bei Feng looked down at him and, unusually insistent, said, "Young Master, please come inside. I happen to have some intelligence here that you may pass on to His Majesty."
After hearing this, Yan Shiman seemed to have no reason to refuse.
He pretended to hesitate for a moment before nodding hesitantly, "Okay, I'll stay for a while and then leave."
Upon hearing Yan Shiman's reply, Beifeng stepped into the house, saying, "Please follow me, Your Highness."
Yan Shiman followed behind him, walking slowly.
The house wasn't large. After passing the front yard and the main hall, you would reach the owner's main house. The house was clean and tidy, but empty, with no furnishings at all.
“You need to add some decorations to this room; it looks too desolate.” Yan Shiman carefully looked around while commenting with his hands behind his back. He raised his chin and said, “Look, for example, you could put a screen here.”
He turned around, but accidentally bumped into Bei Feng's deep eyes, as dark as stars in the night.
Yan Shiman's heart skipped a beat. He glanced away uncomfortably and walked to the armchair in the center of the main room.
"You, you bring the package over here," Yan Shiman ordered loudly.
As long as he doesn't see Bei Feng's face, Yan Shiman feels like he's still the young prince who can go anywhere, but whenever he sees Bei Feng's face, his aura disappears.
Whether it was out of guilt or because the north wind had been too harsh on him that night, Yan Shiman was now a little afraid of him.
The North Wind wasn't annoyed by his orders; instead, it carried over the package wrapped in emerald green gauze as instructed.
"Open it and take a look," Yan Shiman ordered again.
The north wind blew against him and untied the knot on the package.
There are several farm deeds, a few silver notes, gold ingots, and a letter from the prefect of the state where Lianshui Village is located.
Upon seeing this, Bei Feng felt a surge of warmth in his heart.
Knowing that he was going back to his hometown, the master had already taken care of all the money and connections he needed.
Just as he was about to take it away, he noticed out of the corner of his eye that there was a jade pendant and a small jar of medicine hidden under the silver coins.
The North Wind reached out and took out the two items.
The jade pendant is engraved with the two characters "Ziyun".
When Yan Shiman saw that he had taken the things she had secretly given him, her face flushed, and she stammered, "If you take this jade pendant, it will be very convenient for you to go anywhere to do business or find people in the future. The medicine powder in this bottle is commonly used by soldiers in my father's army after they are wounded. If you take it and use it, your wounds will heal faster."
When the young prince said these words, his face was flushed, as if it had taken a lot of courage for him to say them.
Bei Feng's heart softened suddenly, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on his lips. "Thank you, Your Highness."
When Yan Shiman caught a glimpse of Bei Feng's smile in that instant, he was completely stunned.
This was the first time he had ever seen Beifeng smile so genuinely.
At this moment, Yan Shiman realized that Bei Feng had a very superior bone structure, and when he smiled, he lost his cold and stern feeling and gained a bit more gentleness.
Yan Shiman felt a strange throbbing in his chest.
As he tried to figure out where this tremor came from, he saw Beifeng slowly tidying everything up with one hand, his movements somewhat clumsy.
His other hand, wrapped in gauze and bamboo strips, hung in front of his chest.
Yan Shiman couldn't help but ask, "Did the doctor say when your injury will heal?"
What Yan Shiman heard Zhu Ye recount from the carriage was that Bei Feng had taken three blows for His Majesty to save him: one to his arm, one to his shoulder, and one across his entire right chest.
It's incredibly lucky that his right arm wasn't completely destroyed after those three cuts.
But with his crippled right arm, how could Bei Feng possibly do farm work after returning to the countryside?
"It depends on luck. If it goes well, great; if not, so be it," Beifeng replied calmly.
His duty was to be a bodyguard who risked his life for His Majesty. This was a mission assigned to him by the organization and a belief he had held since childhood. Now he had fulfilled his mission.
Even if His Majesty tries his best to keep him, he will not continue to occupy the position of secret guard.
“How can you say that?” Yan Shi frowned and retorted, “Imperial Physician Jiang examined you before, and there is hope for your arm to recover.”
The north wind lowered its gaze and remained silent.
He knew that if he stayed in the capital, his right arm might be healed by Physician Jiang and Miss Shen.
But he couldn't stay.
Seeing that he remained silent, Yan Shiman stood up anxiously and advised him, "Think about it, you injured your right hand. Even if you want to go back to the countryside, you still have to do some farm work, like hoeing and carrying water. These are things that can be done with one hand."
Seeing that Beifeng didn't react, Yan Shiman continued, "Besides, if you hurt your arm, you'll become a cripple that everyone in the village will laugh at. Will you ever be able to find a wife then?"
Upon hearing this, Bei Feng's expression softened slightly. He looked up at the young prince standing opposite him, who was agitated.
The young prince was not tall, but when he stood up he was as upright as a strong bamboo. His black hair was tied up with a jade crown, and his willow-leaf eyes were full of life. He exuded the charm of a handsome young man.
The north wind paused for a moment before saying, "I don't plan to get married."
Yan Shiman was stunned. "Huh?"
The north wind repeated itself casually, "I'm not getting married."
He looked up at the young prince, his eyes filled with an indescribable emotion.
Yan Shiman's heart pounded in her throat. Just as she was about to ask with difficulty, a hurried shout came from outside the door.
"Your Highness!"
"Please, Your Highness, help me!"
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