Xiao Huaijin's gaze fell on the dark pill. "What is this?"
"It's good for your health and helps you stay strong," Shen Yunjiao lied without batting an eye.
Xiao Huaijin didn't suspect anything and swallowed the medicine with water.
"Anything else?" After taking his medicine, he raised his gentle eyes, his tone seemingly containing a hint of expectation. "I noticed there's something else in this box that Jiaojiao hasn't taken out yet."
It seems to be... a sachet?
Xiao Huaijin reached out, wanting to take the yellow sachet for a closer look, but Shen Yunjiao quickly grabbed it first.
"This is for you, but you have to promise me first that you won't laugh at me."
Shen Yunjiao spoke cautiously, her fingers nervously clutching the sachet.
Xiao Huaijin lowered his eyes and smiled, "How could I laugh at you? Give it to me, or you'll crumple this sachet."
It was one thing for him to crumple the sachet, but when he saw Shen Yunjiao nervously digging her fingertips into the soft flesh of her palm, he was afraid that she might hurt herself.
After a moment's consideration, Shen Yunjiao obediently handed over the sachet.
Since Fu Xia had already mocked her mercilessly, she knew that the sachet she had sewn was really not very pretty, so she had prepared herself mentally in advance.
Xiao Huaijin took the sachet and examined it carefully in his large hands.
This is a poorly made yellow sachet; the stitching is crooked and uneven, especially the black thread that's sewn on.
"Is this a dragon?" Xiao Huaijin curiously touched the dragon's face on the sachet with his fingertips.
Yellow background with black dragon, how did Shen Yunjiao come up with this combination?
Although the dragon is quite fat, it still looks rather endearing.
“Yes! I told you it was a dragon, but Fu Xia insisted on calling it a caterpillar!” Shen Yunjiao replied, slightly agitated.
She leaned closer to Xiao Huaijin and said nervously, "If you don't think this is good, I'll sew a better one later."
Xiao Huaijin simply hung the sachet on his waist and said, "I like it. I like anything you make."
"I have never received such a special gift before."
Shen Yunjiao breathed a sigh of relief and then earnestly explained to Xiao Huaijin, "These are all calming dried flowers and fruits, there are—ah, Xiao Huaijin, what are you doing!"
Shen Yunjiao was only halfway through her sentence when she was suddenly lifted up into the air.
"Xiao Huaijin, it's daytime now!"
Shen Yunjiao thought he was going to commit adultery in broad daylight, and she was so frightened that she opened her mouth to bite Xiao Huaijin's shoulder.
It wasn't that she was being coy; it was just that Xiao Huaijin was incredibly physically strong, and he had tormented her until midnight last night before letting her go to sleep.
She doesn't want to go through this again today, no matter what.
Xiao Huaijin withdrew one hand and gently stroked the tip of her nose, laughing, "What nonsense are you thinking with your little head? I just want to put some medicine on your face."
Xiao Huaijin placed her on the bed and took out a jar of ointment from the bedside table. "Jiaojiao is so good to me, sewing sachets for me by hand. I should naturally repay her in kind, otherwise I would be too ungrateful."
Shen Yunjiao was momentarily stunned. She looked up slightly at the handsome emperor, who then washed his hands and unscrewed the plain-colored medicine jar.
He was very gentle, coaxing Shen Yunjiao like a child, "Jiang Yuan said that the ointment should be applied once a day, so don't be lazy and forget to apply it. Do the same next time."
Although his words were gentle, Xiao Huaijin's calloused fingertips were quite rough. Even though his movements barely brushed against Shen Yunjiao's cheek, they still caused a slight itch.
Unfortunately, Shen Yunjiao is the one who can't stand being tickled.
She couldn't help but turn her head away, pleading with a mixture of crying and laughing, "No! Don't do this, it itches."
Her trembling voice was like flowing water, sounding particularly ambiguous.
Her neck, exposed by turning her head to the side, was as slender as a swan's, and it was covered with red and blue hickeys, making her look incredibly alluring.
Xiao Huaijin's eyes immediately became unfathomable.
For the first time today, he spoke to Shen Yunjiao in a low, cold voice, with extreme restraint, "Jiaojiao, if you keep moving around, I can't hold back anymore."
Shen Yunjiao felt his hands tighten slightly and his breath become hot.
Sensing something was wrong, she quickly snatched the medicine bottle from his hand and said, "I... I can do it myself. Your hands are too rough; they're a little uncomfortable."
Xiao Huaijin chuckled to himself.
It is normal for martial arts practitioners to have rough palms.
Fine, if his little darling doesn't like it, then he'll go ask Jiang Yuan for a few bottles of hand cream to apply today.
—
Meanwhile, at this very moment, in Cuiyun Alley in the West Market.
Yan Shiman followed Zhu Ye through a long, winding alley and stopped in front of a small house with weeping willows planted in front of the door and a stream flowing by.
"The North Wind lives here? This house is so small, like a bird's nest." Yan Shiman muttered with some dissatisfaction. In this hot weather, he was covered in sweat and felt sticky and uncomfortable all the way here.
Actually, the house is quite large, with three courtyards and three entrances. It is very well-built, with every brick and tile being quite sturdy. There is also a well in the courtyard.
This is considered a luxury mansion for ordinary people, but compared to the Runan Prince's Mansion and Ziyun Tower where Yan Shiman currently lives, it is indeed not impressive.
Knowing that Prince Yan had been pampered and lived a life of luxury since childhood, Zhu Ye quickly stepped forward to explain, "This house was bought by Brother Bei Feng with his monthly allowance, and he's waiting to use it when he gets married. Prince, you live in such a comfortable place that you naturally wouldn't look at this place, but for us commoners, this house is big enough."
Upon hearing the words "marrying a wife," Yan Shiman's expression froze slightly, but he quickly regained his composure. He frowned and said, "Does Beifeng live inside? Take me in."
Zhu Ye looked at Yan Shiman with some difficulty and said apologetically, "Young Master Yan, I am only responsible for escorting you here. His Majesty has other tasks assigned to me."
Yan Shiman's face immediately darkened. "You expect me, a prince, to condescend to visit a mere bodyguard? How much influence does he have?"
Although Yan Shiman raised his voice and appeared angry, he was actually mostly feeling guilty inside.
It's so awkward for him to go see the North Wind alone, isn't it?
I said before that I wouldn't greet you when we meet, but in the blink of an eye I'm all over you. How shameless of me.
The North Wind will definitely look down on us!
Seeing that Yan Shiman was angry, Zhu Ye had no choice but to humbly approach him, "Oh, my young master, the Emperor has sent me to keep watch at the Guangping Prince's residence. I can't refuse, can I? If I mess things up, the Emperor will blame me."
Seeing that he was still hesitant, Zhu Ye simply said, "Otherwise, I will give what you have to Bei Feng, as if the young master has come to offer his condolences. That way, you can go back and report to the emperor."
The simple bamboo leaves thought that Yan Shiman didn't want to go in because the house looked a bit shabby.
He was in a hurry to take care of his business, so he went to take the bundle from Yan Shiman's hands.
"Never mind, I can go in by myself." Yan Shiman moved her hand slightly elsewhere. "You go ahead!"
Seeing that the young master was no longer angry, Zhu Ye happily replied with a "good," then turned and gracefully flew onto the roof.
Yan Shiman stared at the door knocker on the tightly closed gray wooden door with a complicated expression, hesitating for a moment.
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