"I, the young master, told you to get out of my way," Gu Zhixing said coldly.
Upon hearing Gu Zhixing speak again, Shen Jintang immediately put the ointment aside and stood up, keeping half a step away from him.
"Don't think I don't know about your little tricks. I'm only not exposing you because I'm saving face for you," Gu Zhixing said coldly, his tone carrying a hint of warning.
Shen Jintang listened quietly; she had grown accustomed to Gu Zhixing's seemingly random words.
With a cold face, Gu Zhixing picked up the ointment and applied it to the wound himself, his movements stiff but quick.
He glanced at Shen Jintang standing to the side, noticing that her wet hair was still dripping, and casually grabbed a handkerchief from the table and threw it at her: "Dry your hair, are you trying to get sick so you can escape?"
His voice carried a hint of gritted teeth.
Shen Jintang took the handkerchief, bowed slightly, and said softly, "Yes, thank you, Your Highness."
She would never make things difficult for herself. In the end, it is she who will suffer from illness and pain. If she really did what they wanted, wouldn't that make her life seem even more worthless?
She picked up a handkerchief and gently twisted her hair, her movements very soft.
After wringing out her hair, Shen Jintang stood quietly to the side, waiting for Gu Zhixing to finish applying the medicine.
Gu Zhixing's movements were quick, but each one seemed to be done with force, as if he was venting something.
After waiting a moment and seeing that he made no other move, Shen Jintang tentatively asked, "Your Highness, do you still need me to serve you?"
Gu Zhixing raised his head and gave her a cold look: "What? Trying to use this opportunity to escape?"
His tone was cool and tinged with sarcasm.
Shen Jintang lowered her eyes slightly and said respectfully, "I wouldn't dare. My documents are all in His Highness's hands. Where could I possibly escape to?"
Gu Zhixing nodded slightly, raised his chin, and said in an unquestionable tone, "A personal maid should naturally serve you personally so that you can be summoned at any time."
His meaning couldn't be clearer—Shen Jintang would have to sleep on the floor tonight.
Shen Jintang paused slightly, her fingers gently clenching the handkerchief before slowly releasing it.
She lowered her eyes and said softly, "Yes, this servant understands."
Shen Jintang walked to the cabinet next to her, opened the cabinet door, and found only a thin quilt folded up forlornly inside.
She sighed softly, her gaze involuntarily sweeping over Gu Zhixing's bed—it was piled high with extra pillows and blankets, but she knew she had no right to touch them.
She has that much self-awareness.
So she silently took out the thin quilt, gently unfolded it, and laid it flat on the ground.
The quilt was a bit thin, but Shen Jintang knew that as long as she wrapped herself up tightly, it should be enough for one night.
When I was at the slave market a while ago, there weren't even blankets; I had to tough it out on my own.
These days, having a blanket is already a blessing.
Contentment brings happiness; you can't make yourself angry to death.
She carefully crawled into bed, trying to curl up as tightly as possible.
Gu Zhixing had been watching her actions coldly. When he saw that she had only taken one quilt, his brows furrowed instantly: "Are you throwing a tantrum at me? How dare you!" His voice was clearly displeased.
Shen Jintang raised her head, looking at him calmly, her tone patient and gentle: "I'm not throwing a tantrum. There's only one quilt in the closet, I had no other choice."
Gu Zhixing's temples throbbed with anger at her words.
That's just sharp-tongued and unreasonable!
She has absolutely no sense of responsibility as a maid!
"Take it!"
He abruptly grabbed the blanket and pillow beside him and threw them to the ground without hesitation. Then, he turned around, lay down on the bed, turned his back to Shen Jintang, and ignored her.
Shen Jintang paused for a moment, looking at the pile of blankets and pillows on the ground, a complicated expression flashing in her eyes.
She remained silent for a moment, then got up, picked up the blanket and pillow, and gently spread them on the floor.
Just as they finished making the bed, they heard Gu Zhixing's cold voice: "Turn off the lights and go to sleep."
Shen Jintang sighed, got up, walked to the candlestick, and gently blew out the candle.
In the darkness, she could hear Gu Zhixing's breathing, steady and deep.
She carefully lay back down in bed, trying to keep her breathing steady so as not to disturb him.
She had slept for three or four hours earlier, and was not sleepy at all, so she just closed her eyes to rest.
The moonlight, like water, gradually moved westward, and the night grew ever deeper.
Shen Jintang's stomach began to burn.
She knew why; she hadn't eaten much for five days, and her stomach was starting to protest.
But it was late at night, and Gu Zhixing was already dissatisfied with her. If she made any more noise, things would really get out of control.
So she could only curl up and press her stomach against it in an attempt to relieve the pain.
In the past, once I endured the initial pain, the discomfort would subside, but this time seemed different. Perhaps it was because I had been hungry for so long that the pain was exceptionally intense and lasted an unusually long time.
She gritted her teeth, trying to keep herself from making a sound, but fine beads of sweat still appeared on her forehead.
In the darkness, she could hear Gu Zhixing's steady breathing, a sound that seemed to remind her not to disturb him.
So she curled up even more tightly, each breath feeling like a dull knife cutting into her flesh.
She told herself to just bear it a little longer, that it would pass, but this time the pain seemed endless, making it extremely unbearable for her.
Gu Zhixing should have been exhausted, after all, he hadn't slept for two days and one night. But with another person in the room, he tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
He turned over and, by the moonlight streaming in from the window, saw Shen Jintang curled up in a ball on the ground, looking rather unwell.
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