Li Jing seemed to be completely unaware and nodded, "Thank you, Miss, for not thinking I'm unlucky and for giving me a meal."
Wei Lichu suddenly stretched out his hand and tried to take off the mask on Li Jing's face.
Li Jing subconsciously stepped back to avoid it. Seeing Wei Lichu making such a rash move, Yu Jiao said, "Cousin Lichu, be careful not to hurt your shoulder."
Wei Lichu glanced at the wound and withdrew his hand, but said to Li Jing, "Take off the mask, let me see your face."
Li Jing touched the mask on his face and said, "My face is too ugly. If my cousin sees it, I'm afraid he won't be able to eat when he returns home, and he will also have nightmares at night. Then I will be guilty of a great sin."
Wei Lichu raised his eyebrows and said in a somewhat arrogant tone, "How could I be such a coward? Now that you put it that way, I am even more curious to see what your face looks like under the mask."
Seeing him nagging Li Jing endlessly, Yu Jiao asked, "Cousin Li Chu, are you here to treat your injuries? Or are you here to see his face and have fun?"
Even if Li Jing was a servant, he was still her servant. Why did he have to look at his burned face? Yu Jiao was protective of her and felt a little unhappy.
Seeing this, Wei Lichu finally stopped pestering Li Jing and smiled at Yu Jiao, "I'm here to treat my injuries. I'm just curious!"
Yu Jiao prepared the catgut and said indifferently, "Then stay still."
Wei Lichu immediately sat up straight and said with a smile, "Okay, I'll listen to you, cousin."
Jianjia brought in pepper salt water and licorice water, and Yu Jiao asked her to get a pot of liquor, light a candle, and disinfect the equipment.
Wei Lichu was attracted by her action. After staring at her for a while, he moved closer to Yu Jiao and said, "Third cousin, I heard that a few days ago, Cheng Zhangyin deposed the son of the Shaoqing of the Dali Temple. You happened to be in the palace that day. What happened?"
Yu Jiao paused while wiping the scalpel. Disgust welled up in her heart when she thought of Yang Congwen. She said coldly, "I left the palace early and didn't see the excitement. I'm not sure. I think I made Master Cheng unhappy."
Wei Lichu did not ignore the flash of displeasure on her face. He sighed softly, "Your adoptive father is still as ruthless as he was back then."
Yu Jiao didn't want to mention Cheng Ying at this moment. She didn't say anything, but that didn't stop Wei Lichu from continuing, "The ruins in Zhanmao Hutong are the masterpiece of your adoptive father. You should know that it was the residence of the eldest princess in the past. Who would have thought that Princess Huaiyang, who was so beloved by the late emperor, would end up in such a miserable way!"
Upon hearing this, Yu Jiao looked at Wei Lichu. She didn't expect that he, who was far away in Pingliang Prefecture, knew so much about the affairs of Princess Huaiyang's Mansion.
Neither of them noticed Li Jing who was standing beside them with his head bent. After hearing these words, his already ugly face hidden under the mask became even more distorted, and his hands hanging in his sleeves clenched into fists.
Wei Li was interested in Yu Jiao at first sight, and seemed to be deliberately showing off. He lowered his voice and leaned close to Yu Jiao's ear and said, "Your adoptive father can be said to have done a great job of following the emperor. The death of the former crown prince and the bloodbath in Princess Huaiyang's mansion are closely related to him."
He sat back in his chair, took a sip of tea, and said leisurely, "Third cousin, now you know why your adoptive father is so powerful and is a big hit with the emperor, right? You are not at a disadvantage if you recognize him as your adoptive father. Not to mention the son of the Dali Temple Shaoqing, even if it is the prince of the current dynasty, I am afraid that Master Cheng would not take him seriously! If anyone makes you happy, with such a backer, you can just walk sideways in the capital!"
Yu Jiao didn't think much about what Wei Lichu meant. She smiled, a little coldly, with some indescribable self-mockery, "You also said that he is as ruthless as before. How much do you think he is sincere to me, his adopted daughter? He can climb to this position in the power arena. How can he have room for anything else in his mind except political calculations?"
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