Chapter 49 Now that we understand the importance of men and women not touching each other, we also…
The girl looked cautious and slightly dissatisfied, daring to be angry but not daring to speak out.
Fu Huaiqing caught this scene, his thin lips slightly raised, and he slowly raised his eyes to look at her. He had never seen her like this before, and it was quite interesting.
In the dim light, the man's gaze was intense, looking down at her with disdain. The moment their eyes met, Biezhi abruptly looked away. Her thoughts were muddled and chaotic, and she couldn't sort them out for a long time.
No wonder, no wonder he rejected me.
What normal man would be attracted to a woman who criticizes him nine times out of ten meetings?
While others may not know, the man before her was indeed like that. He even went so far as to use the identity of Prince Su to 'reveal' his true feelings to her in order to scare her. Now, thinking back to the smile in his eyes at that time, it was clearly the pleasure he felt after taking revenge on her.
Thinking about it now, it's a long story.
He truly had such leisure and refined tastes, able to find time amidst his busy schedule to feign indifference and deal with himself. Even if he told others, they would only think he had lost his mind and dared to fabricate rumors about the regent.
Noticing her hesitant expression, Fu Huaiqing pondered for a moment and asked, "Anything you want to know, you can ask."
Biezhi glanced at his face discreetly: "You won't kill me no matter what you ask?"
Fu Huaiqing raised an eyebrow: "I won't kill him."
"You won't even lock me up in jail?" Biezhi asked again.
Fu Huaiqing, who had thought about it before, remained silent for a moment, then hummed in agreement.
With her mind completely focused, Bessa keenly noticed the silence that moment, realizing he had indeed thought about it. She subtly moved aside, distancing herself from him.
As she observed his expression, she cautiously asked the question that puzzled her the most and concerned her: "Does silence truly exist in the world?"
Or is the so-called silence merely a part of him?
Fu Huaiqing stared at her for a moment, then nodded: "Yes."
For some reason, Biezhi breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, as if she knew she was being deceived and desperately wanted to find even the slightest clue to the truth. She couldn't help but ask, "Where is he now? Is he safe?"
Fu Huaiqing: "He's safe in Wuweipu."
Since Prince Su said it was very safe, it must be the safest place. Biezhi felt much more at ease and had no other questions.
Silence fell over the carriage, and remained so for a long time.
Fu Huaiqing's expression froze for a moment, vaguely sensing that something was amiss. He gazed at the girl's fair face and said thoughtfully, "The Ji Ran you first met was also me in disguise."
Without needing to be told, Biezhi had already guessed it.
If it was changed midway, you'll most likely recognize it.
Fu Huaiqing frowned: "Is there anything else you want to ask?"
"No." Biezhi shook her head.
Fu Huaiqing: "Don't you care?"
Aside from matters of silence, there wasn't a single thing I wanted to ask him.
Biezhi looked at him with complicated thoughts.
I always felt like he was digging a hole for himself, just waiting for me to jump in.
It's not that I don't care, it's just that I don't dare to ask too much, to avoid recalling those moments that could have killed me, in case I accidentally trigger his bad memories...
When Biezhi thought about what she had done in the past, she just wanted to dig a hole and crawl into it, so that no one could see her.
She doesn't want to suffer for herself; isn't it better to live a good life?
As she pondered, she caught a glimpse of the man whose face was darkening under the lamplight. She swallowed hard and silently moved further away from him, as far away as possible.
Even though he hadn't yet dropped his disguise and was still in a daze, she felt that something was off, something was different.
She secretly shifted for a while, when suddenly a force pulled her back. Startled, Biezhi's almond-shaped eyes widened slightly. She subconsciously turned her head and saw that the sleeve she had just stuffed under the man's hand was now firmly held in his palm.
Fu Huaiqing calmly tugged at her sleeve.
It didn't budge.
The girl did not fall over as expected.
Fu Huaiqing frowned and lowered his eyes, only to see that she herself had also reached up and grabbed the other end of the sleeve.
Bie Zhi forced an awkward smile and muttered under her breath, "Men and women shouldn't touch each other."
Fu Huaiqing: "..."
The gloom that had settled in his heart dissipated somewhat. "Now I understand the proper etiquette between men and women, but I wonder who was it that was holding me before—"
A pair of clear almond-shaped eyes gradually widened as the man's clear and melodious voice filled the air. When Biezhi was on a mission, she once encountered two groundhogs arguing. After going back and forth, one of the groundhogs got so angry that it jumped up and down and shouted loudly. She felt that she was no different from that groundhog right now!
Biezhi, disregarding etiquette, interrupted him decisively, saying, "Your Highness may kill or torture me as you please, but everything in the past was due to me being blinded by beauty."
Fu Huaiqing frowned.
Before I could even speak, she added, "I will never do it again!"
Seeing his increasingly somber expression, Biezhi was also somewhat confused about what he was thinking, so she cautiously added, "I will forget about what happened before and will never mention it again."
Fu Huaiqing's face darkened completely, and he laughed in anger.
In an instant, Biezhi felt that her life was in danger.
For a fleeting moment, she genuinely wanted to go to jail, even a gloomy prison, which she figured would be a hundred times better than facing him in this brightly lit carriage.
Fortunately, at this moment, the speeding carriage slowly came to a stop, and familiar walls could be seen through the windows.
Prince Su's Mansion.
The other branch was taken aback.
Why did you bring her here?
While she remained silent in a daze, Fu Huaiqing stepped out of the carriage in three quick steps, lifted the curtain to look at her, and gestured for her to get off.
Biezhi looked up at the man towering above her with an indescribable expression, as if he would drag her down if she didn't want to. She remained silent for a moment, then followed the man step by step into the building.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, the man stopped.
The branch, which was following with its head down, almost bumped into the pillar. It raised its palm to find a foothold, lowered it half an inch forward, and then forcefully turned to the side, bracing itself against the pillar to prevent itself from falling forward.
However, she forgot that the injury on her hand hadn't fully healed.
The moment her palm struck the pillar, excruciating pain coursed through her body. A groan escaped her lips as she abruptly released her grip, the pungent smell of blood filling the air.
Hearing the noise, Fu Huaiqing turned around. The girl's clothes were soaked with blood from her wound, and blood droplets slid down her arm, wetting the dry ground.
His heart skipped a beat, and his voice trembled slightly: "Summon the imperial physician."
"I'm fine." Biezhi gritted her teeth, the pain making it difficult for her to hear the trembling in the man's voice. She only heard that the imperial physician was coming. She didn't want to go through all the trouble of finding someone in the middle of the night, so she endured the excruciating pain: "The wound has just reopened. I'll just reapply the medicine and change the gauze."
Fearing that Fu Huaiqing wouldn't believe her, she added, "Getting injured on missions is commonplace. If you couldn't even handle this, you wouldn't be standing in front of your master now."
A wave of frustration washed over Fu Huaiqing. He looked at Biezhi, whose forehead was already covered in cold sweat, turned his face away, and sighed. As the master of Xianyun Tower, he naturally knew that the missions they undertook each had their own dangers, and it was perfectly normal to get injured when encountering a formidable opponent.
However, seeing her say it so casually now only intensified his frustration.
Xiao Ming, the head of the Imperial Physicians' Office, arrived soon after.
Seeing the torn wound on the girl's arm, he frowned deeply and asked while applying medicine to her arm, "Have you been using your hands a lot today? The bruises around the wound seem to be more pronounced than they were two days ago."
Biezhi was taken aback upon hearing this.
After she woke up, she left the villa and went out. Before she could see the doctor who had treated her, Biezhi belatedly realized that the imperial physician in front of her was the doctor who had treated her.
Xiao Ming did not hear a reply. His eyes, which were fixed on the wound, lifted slightly, and he saw her nod blankly. He sighed and said, "For the next thirty days, Miss, you must avoid using this hand again."
Biezhi frowned and thought for a moment, then said, "Does it really have to be the 30th?"
Just as he finished speaking, a figure appeared in his line of sight.
He removed his disguise and revealed his true identity.
After staring at him quietly for a long time, Biezhi finally accepted that the Jiran she knew was indeed the Prince Su in disguise, and that the real Jiran did exist, but not by her side.
He seemed to have heard himself speak, and a faint hint of displeasure flashed across his handsome face.
“The girl’s wound doesn’t look deep, but if that arrow had gone any deeper, it would have pierced through her arm.” Xiao Ming has been practicing medicine for many years and has seen all kinds of sword and knife wounds, but he still couldn’t help but shake his head: “If you don’t take care of it, this hand will probably be useless in the future.”
Fu Huaiqing went inside and replied to Xiao Ming on her behalf: "I will keep an eye on her."
Upon hearing the voice, Xiao Ming quickly stood up to greet him.
He was stopped halfway through the question, and Fu Huaiqing said, "Just pretend I'm not here."
A clear, melodious voice, like the sound of silk and bamboo instruments, reached her ears. Biezhi looked at the man before her with a complex expression. Her previous assumptions had suddenly become reality. She was right; the Prince Su's appearance paired with her master's voice was indeed a perfect match, but...
Even more terrifying.
It's even more terrifying than the horrible sound of a water buffalo.
She would rather see Prince Su with that face again, but with a voice like a water buffalo. Biezhi felt a pang of regret, realizing that she hadn't cherished the good old days and that they were truly gone forever.
The imperial physician came and went in a hurry, and he rushed off to oversee the medicine.
As soon as he left, the huge bedroom fell silent.
Their eyes met briefly, and Biezhi, unable to bear it any longer, secretly looked away.
Fu Huaiqing stood in front of her, his gaze sweeping over the wounds hidden by her clothes before settling on her face. He quietly looked at Biezhi, who remained silent. She seemed to have calmed down and stayed there quietly.
Fu Huaiqing was not used to this kind of separate branch.
The secret of her disguise, which had allowed her to hide among them, was laid bare, and the distance between them suddenly widened, not just through a thin mist, but across a mountain range.
She had absolutely no desire to spy on him.
Fu Huaiqing remained silent for a long time, then asked, unwilling to give up, "You really don't have anything else you want to ask?"
Biezhi blinked. "No—" Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly remembered something else and quickly swallowed the words that were about to spill out. She said, "There is indeed something I want to know."
Upon hearing this, Fu Huaiqing frowned slightly and paused, his tense voice relaxing: "Ask away."
Thinking about what she was going to ask, Biezhi took a deep breath and prepared herself, deciding on how to avoid his capture and plan her escape route should he suddenly become angry.
Seeing that she hadn't spoken for a long time, Fu Huaiqing raised an eyebrow without making a sound.
"Wang—" Biezhi paused, unsure how to address him. After a moment's thought, she changed her address: "Does Master know who was chasing me tonight?"
Fu Huaiqing: "..."
That's a big problem, but it's not what he wants to hear.
He gave a faint "hmm": "Jing Qing".
In an instant, Bie Zhi's expression changed; he did indeed know.
However, she felt something was amiss. If he had ordered Jing Qing to hunt her down, why would he appear before her? Moreover, when Qing Shan arrived, he looked grim and carried an inescapable smell of blood, clearly indicating that he had been fighting for a long time and was covered in blood.
He can't possibly order the pursuit and killing of her at the same time, and also order her protection, can he?
After a moment's thought, Biezhi met his gaze and noticed that the darkness in his eyes had subsided slightly as he stared intently at his Adam's apple.
She took a deep breath and asked, "Did Master order my senior brother to hunt me down?"
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