sulking
"Miss, Young Master and Lord Wu Yuan have arrived."
Jiang Yi had long heard of this Lord Wu Yuan that Xia Zhi had mentioned. He was said to be the Imperial Preceptor of the current dynasty. He Lin really had a lot of influence. He actually managed to invite the Imperial Preceptor, who was in charge of making elixirs and medicines for the emperor, to treat his illness. Tsk tsk tsk, his connections were really strong!
Help me up.
He Lin lifted the curtain and came in, covered in snow. He was followed by a man, who was probably the Imperial Advisor. Jiang Yi couldn't see what he looked like through the screen, but he seemed to be about the same height as He Lin.
He Lin lifted his leg and walked behind the screen. He saw Jiang Yi slowly sitting up and leaning against the bed with Xia Zhi's help. He wanted to go forward and help her, but he slowly withdrew his outstretched hand.
Are you feeling better today?
He was met with silence.
Jiang Yi remained silent, staring down at the bedding.
Xia Zhi was caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to advance or retreat. She stood there awkwardly, fidgeting with her fingers and glancing back and forth between the two of them, wondering if they had a falling out.
Unable to bear the silence any longer, Wu Yuan, standing outside the screen, broke the silence by speaking up: "Young Madam, would it be convenient for me to come in and take your pulse? I'd also like to prepare some medicine prescriptions."
Jiang Yi responded in a clear voice, "Come in."
Wu Yuan carried the medicine box around the screen and went inside. He saw He Lin standing to the side, looking lost and dejected, his lips pressed tightly together.
Xia Zhi, being very perceptive, ran outside and brought in a stool, placing it beside the bed.
"Thank you, Lord Wu Yuan. My young lady was complaining of chest pain this morning. Could you please take a look and see what's wrong?"
"It's normal to feel pain. After all, that arrow pierced your heart. If it had been an inch to the left, even a miracle wouldn't have been able to save you."
This statement was a reminder to He Lin, and also a hint to Jiang Yi.
If you listen carefully, you can discern two layers of meaning: it tells He Lin that he should talk things out with his wife, and it implies that although He Lin shot Jiang Yi with his own hand, he did his best to avoid her heart meridian and did not damage her internal organs, hoping that she would give He Lin another chance.
Just as Wu Yuan sat down to take Jiang Yi's pulse, she didn't reach out her hand. When he looked up, he saw that the person on the bed was staring at him intently.
"Young Madam? Is there something on my face?"
Jiang Yi's eyes lit up as she scanned Wu Yuan from head to toe, leaving him puzzled, wondering what he had done wrong. When she asked him, he didn't answer and could only turn to He Lin with a questioning look.
He Lin looked helpless, vaguely guessing why Jiang Yi was like this. He should have lowered the gauze curtain to block her view before Wu Yuan came in!
Jiang Yi exclaimed sincerely, "I never expected Lord Wu Yuan to be so handsome!"
Upon hearing this, Xia Zhi and Wu Yuan were instantly stunned, frozen in place, and cracked open when the wind blew.
Xia Zhi snapped out of her daze and quickly looked at He Lin's face, inwardly screaming: "My lady, what are you talking about in your sleep?! The young master is right here! How could you praise another man's good looks?! What will the young master think?!"
Jiang Yi doesn't fawn over just anyone, except for He Lin, of course, since he's the pretty boy she spotted at first sight and personally certified as such.
The title "Imperial Advisor" usually conjures up images of an elderly man over fifty with a sage-like demeanor. Wu Yuan's appearance truly shattered Jiang Yi's stereotype.
Dressed in flowing white robes, he resembled a celestial being descended from heaven. His long, deep fox-like eyes were full of emotion, and the moment he slightly raised his eyebrows, it was impossible to look away. He was a real-life male fox spirit!
Wow, this guy is so handsome, he single-handedly raised the overall attractiveness of this professional group!
The feng shui of Beijing is truly nurturing! I've been here for so long and have seen quite a few handsome men. You could say there are almost none who are ugly; they're all incredibly good-looking!
Jiang Yi deliberately touched her face in front of He Lin, imitating the mannerisms of young women, and exaggeratedly said, "Lord Wu Yuan, please forgive my disheveled appearance. I haven't worn makeup for several days, and my complexion is not good. I hope I didn't scare you?"
Wu Yuan quickly realized that she was sulking with He Lin and deliberately said these words to annoy him. He smiled and said, "Not at all, Madam is joking. But since you can joke around, you must be feeling much better. Please."
Jiang Yi extended her hand for him to take her pulse, while constantly teasing He Lin beside her: "Is your real name Wu Yuan? That's an interesting name. You look younger than someone else. Calling you 'Master' makes you sound old. How about I just call you Wu Yuan?"
Everyone present understood who this "someone" was referring to. Wu Yuan didn't need to turn around to know that He Lin must be completely exasperated. He suppressed a laugh and nodded slightly: "Young Madam, please feel free to do as you please."
“Okay, my injury needs some time to heal, and it will be a while before we meet again. Calling you ‘adult’ sounds a bit formal. Since you don’t mind, I’ll just call you by your name from now on.”
He Lin's temple throbbed several times; this woman was truly his nemesis.
Wu Yuan withdrew his hand from taking her pulse and took out a needle kit from his medicine box. Jiang Yi's eyes widened when she saw the needle, which was longer than her palm.
She rushed forward and grabbed Wu Yuan's hand, saying in a panic, "Wait! What are you doing with that needle?"
"Young Madam, there is still some blood stasis in your chest. I will use acupuncture to clear it up. Lie down."
Jiang Yi's gaze was fixed on the gleaming needle. She was extremely resistant to this thing. She had seen similar acupuncture videos online before, where the needles were inserted as if it were child's play, which was terrifying.
"No need, I'm afraid of the pain, I'll just take the medicine."
He Lin's gaze remained fixed on Jiang Yi's hand holding Wu Yuan until he heard her unwilling to cooperate with the treatment. He couldn't help but interject, "The silver needles are mainly inserted into your meridians. It won't hurt much. If the blood stasis isn't cleared in time, it may become more serious later. Listen to me."
Upon hearing the last two words, Wu Yuan raised an eyebrow in disbelief.
Who would have thought that He Lin would be so gentle and coaxing? Is this really the same person he knows?
Seemingly determined to give He Lin the cold shoulder, Jiang Yi not only ignored him but also gripped Wu Yuan's hand even tighter. She blinked and said to the person in front of her with a wronged expression, "Wu Yuan, but I really don't want to get acupuncture. Let's just take the medicine, okay?"
He Lin took a deep breath, his teeth itching with anger, but he still couldn't do anything about her. He clenched his fist and then slowly relaxed it.
Wu Yuan coughed: "Since the young mistress is afraid of pain, I will prescribe a few more blood-activating and pain-relieving medicines, which may be more bitter than ordinary medicines."
"It's alright, a little honey will do the trick."
Wu Yuan nodded, making a move to pull his hand back, but Jiang Yi firmly grasped the fair, slender, and well-defined hand, examining it from both sides. She shook her head and sighed, "Tsk tsk tsk, your hands are so beautiful too. You must be able to write beautiful characters, right? Hey, I heard you're the Imperial Advisor. Can you tell fortunes? Can you read faces?"
He Lin couldn't stand it any longer; he was afraid she would drive him crazy if he stayed any longer, so he turned around and left without saying a word.
After He Lin left, the light in Jiang Yi's eyes gradually dimmed, and she released Wu Yuan.
Xia Zhi asked anxiously from the side, "Miss, what's wrong with you...?"
"He wronged me first!"
Xia Zhi was confused and didn't understand what those words meant.
Wu Yuan put the needle kit into the medicine box, tidying it up one by one, and raised the corners of his mouth to comfort her, "Young Madam, why do this? It hurts others and yourself, and it's not worth it."
"I'm sorry, but I took advantage of you a little."
"The young mistress is quite frank."
"Don't call me Young Madam anymore, it sounds awkward. Yin Zhaobai always calls me by my full name, so you should call me by my full name too."
"you……"
Jiang Yi guessed what he was thinking and nodded: "Yes, I know that you and Yin Zhaobai are both He Lin's friends."
Lord Wu Yuan and Lord Zhao Bai, is there even a need to guess? It's obvious from the sound of their voices.
Also, if Wu Yuan wasn't one of their own, He Lin would have definitely been unable to hold back when Jiang Yi grabbed his hand earlier, why would he have waited until now?
From this perspective, all three of them are members of Yu Ling Pavilion.
But it has nothing to do with her anymore...
Wu Yuan gave Jiang Yi a deep look. This person was meticulous and quick-witted, a good candidate for a spy. It was a pity that she had already joined He Lin's group.
"Take good care of yourself, I'll come again tomorrow."
"Okay. Xia Zhi, see this off for me."
“No need, I know the way myself.” He had only taken a few steps when he turned back to Jiang Yi and said, “Oh, right, I forgot to tell you, it’s snowing heavily outside.”
The implication of this statement is that He Lin waited in the courtyard for as long as he and Jiang Yi talked inside the house.
Jiang Yi understood what he meant, but she was skeptical. Was He Lin really that honest? Why would he stand in the yard getting soaked in the snow when there were eaves, corridors, and rooms to shelter from the snow?
Who is he showing his affection to? She can't see it anyway!
"Farewell."
Jiang Yi nodded, and after Wu Yuan left, her face scrunched up, and she kept gasping for breath.
"Xia Zhi, hurry!"
"Miss, what's wrong? I'll go call Lord Wu Yuan!"
Jiang Yi quickly grabbed her hand: "No, no! I'm just tired from sitting, and my chest suddenly hurts a little. Help me lie down for a while."
Xia Zhi, without suspecting anything, quickly helped Jiang Yi lie down to rest.
"Miss, there's something I'm not sure if I should ask you."
Jiang Yi glanced at her: "You want to ask me what's going on between me and He Lin, right?"
Xia Zhi nodded obediently. She wanted to find out what her mistress meant by "I'm sorry," and she didn't want her mistress to be wronged.
Jiang Yi originally wanted to scold He Lin in front of Xia Zhi, cursing him for being heartless and for risking her life to protect his real name. But He Lin, on the contrary, turned around and shot her in public for his own benefit, almost killing her.
But then I thought better of it; who knows how many people might be involved?
"It's nothing, I'm just angry at him. I don't want to talk to him anymore."
Suddenly, the system chimed in: "[Hello host, 001 kindly reminds you that if you don't speak to He Lin, the conquest will become significantly more difficult. Please prepare yourself mentally.]"
Jiang Yi was furious: "Get out!"
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