Jiang Ying instinctively reached out to Yan Zhuo, wanting to feel his neck pulse.
As a result, her left hand was originally controlled by Yan Zhuo. Noticing that she had made other movements, Yan Zhuo quickly grabbed her right hand!
Or in a very ambiguous posture.
Jiang Ying, “…”
He looked at her, holding her soft hands with both hands, the left one at her waist, the right one at her neck, their eyes met. The man's narrow and long phoenix eyes were indescribably deep, and there was a faint ripple in them that Jiang Ying could not understand.
"Are you drunk? Or are you sick?" Jiang Ying spoke, and at the same time, he used force with his right hand and felt Yan Zhuo's pulse with his backhand.
Yan Zhuo was very sober. He neither drank alcohol nor took Wu Shi San to suppress his arm pain every once in a while as before.
He had a lazy attitude, allowing Jiang Ying to check him.
Jiang Ying felt for a long time, but indeed could not find any symptoms of Yan Zhuo drinking or taking drugs from his pulse. In other words, what he said just now was from his heart?
This made Jiang Ying confused.
The Dog Prince doesn't play by the rules!
If he was determined to marry her as his wife instead of a concubine, I'm afraid both his grandmother and his brothers would waver in their attitude, right?
"Ahem." Jiang Ying lowered his head and pulled his hand out with force.
Yan Zhuo didn't let go at first, but then suddenly let go, causing Jiang Ying to almost slide off the chair.
He grabbed her waist with his long arm and supported her.
Yan Zhuo's eyes flashed with quiet amazement. Her waist was so soft and thin...
It had been so long since he used the drugs that he couldn't remember the details, and he wasn't the type to dwell on the past, so when they suddenly touched, the new feeling was so real and wonderful that it overshadowed the old one.
Yan Zhuo raised his eyebrows, and the idea of marrying this little woman home came to his mind.
Just like Qi Ren said, she is a good doctor, and he is the one who makes money by keeping her in the backyard.
In this way, he had a son and a mistress, killing two birds with one stone.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt it was possible. Yan Zhuo quietly stayed on Jiang Ying's waist for a moment before letting go. "What do you think of my suggestion?"
Jiang Ying shifted his butt uncomfortably, "Not very good."
"You don't even want to be the legal wife?"
“Some people don’t want to.”
Of course she doesn't want to!
Whether it is the extravagant desire of being together as a couple for life, or the idea of entering into marriage only after liking each other...but this is ancient times, so it’s better not to talk about it.
Yan Zhuo's eyes deepened when he heard this. "As long as you are willing, I will take care of the rest."
Jiang Ying, “???”
No, she doesn't want to.
Jiang Ying's eyes spun around as he thought of a bunch of excuses that weren't really excuses. "That's unnecessary, Your Majesty. How tiring would it be to marry a woman you don't like? Not only would the Emperor, who granted the marriage, be displeased, but Prince Qin would also be furious. Then my stepmother would use it as an excuse to smear me, and the whole capital would be a laughing stock. How troublesome would that be?"
"After saying so much, you still don't want to." Yan Zhuo's eyes were dim and bloodshot.
Jiang Ying stopped talking and stared at the ground with his head down.
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Yan Zhuo's right hand resting on his knee. Thinking of the abnormality she had discovered while taking his pulse, she pursed her lips and said, "I have no intention of prying into the Prince's privacy, but when I took his pulse just now, I discovered that the tendons in his right hand were broken. Although they were later repaired, the damage is irreversible. I'm afraid it will affect his daily life, right?"
In order to escape, the little woman deliberately changed the subject?
Yan Zhuo curled the corners of his lips, pretending not to notice, "Yeah, my right hand is broken."
"Where's his left hand?" Jiang Ying breathed a sigh of relief imperceptibly and looked up at his left hand.
As long as she doesn't talk about whether to get married or not, she will feel at ease.
"My left hand is fine, especially after using your medicine stone to treat it recently."
There was nothing wrong with what he said. On this point, Yan Zhuo still had a very high opinion of Jiang Ying.
This was one of the factors that led to his change of mind.
Another factor, of course, is the child. He lost his mother when he was young and never enjoyed the happiness of his mother's company. Therefore, he would try not to leave any regrets for his own children.
Besides, she is really good at raising children. A baby who was born seven months premature has not been sick or unwell for more than three months.
These premature babies have obvious weaknesses, even if they have a lot of doctors serving them in the palace.
However, she has the ability to raise children to be plump, strong and cute. With such a mistress, he doesn't have to worry about his future offspring.
Jiang Ying suddenly realized, "So you bought those medicinal stones for this purpose, that's fine."
"From the sound of your voice, it seems that the way I handled it wasn't the best?"
"Your Highness doesn't know medicine, so it's already the best that he hasn't given up on treatment for so many years. But as far as I'm concerned, Your Highness's right hand can still be saved, and his left hand... can definitely be better with treatment."
Yan Zhuo was incredulous, and his facial expression suddenly became serious. "Are you serious?"
"There's no benefit in telling you a lie, does it?"
Suddenly, as soon as she finished speaking, Yan Zhuo leaned forward, his fiery eyes fixed on Jiang Ying.
His thin lips opened and closed. "In this case, I will be even more unable to let you go. What do you say?"
Jiang Ying didn't dodge or evade, as if he had made up his mind. "But I am the exact opposite of the prince. I want to use my healing hand to make an exchange with the prince."
At this point, if Yan Zhuo couldn't guess Jiang Ying's conditions, wouldn't he have lived for twenty-two years in vain?
Because he knew this, even though his heart was already in turmoil, he still did not ask any questions immediately.
The little woman's thoughts are very straightforward: she doesn't want to get married.
It was so straightforward that Yan Zhuo couldn't help but laugh at himself. Is he really that bad?
She drugged me and threatened me to take the throne while I was pregnant. Apart from not visiting her, didn't I do anything to her?
Today, he has changed his mind, but she has become willful again?
A woman’s heart is truly as unfathomable as the sea.
"What conditions?"
Jiang Ying smiled, knowing that he would not be able to help himself, "Cancel the engagement."
"You really think highly of me. Imperial edicts are no joke. Have you ever seen an imperial edict issued by any dynasty being retracted?"
Jiang Ying didn't care, "Then you can only choose one between curing your hand and marrying an unwilling woman."
"I can first marry this reluctant woman and then have her willingly heal my hand. Why should I choose between the two?"
"Ha." One word expressed Jiang Ying's disdain.
It is said that people always take advantage of others. Ever since Yan Zhuo showed his submissive attitude, Jiang Ying has become more and more daring.
Look, he even dares to show disrespect to the prince.
The key point is that the latter was not angry at all. He took a leisurely sip of tea and followed suit, abruptly changing the subject:
"Do you know that Madam Jiang, who had the audacity to switch you and caused you to suffer in Xinghua Village for over a decade, is actually not dead?"
"Ang???" Jiang Ying stared at the man, his eyes as sharp as barbs.
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