The Fourth Prince looked away from He Yue's resentful gaze, coughed, frowned, and looked at the Thirteenth Prince with a serious expression: "How do you plan to handle this matter?"
The atmosphere immediately became solemn.
After all, it doesn't sound good to say that someone drugged her, and how to deal with that concubine is also a problem.
Thirteen pursed her lips, revealing her bandaged left arm: "I've made up my mind. Guarjia attempted to assassinate me, but I subdued her. The doctor diagnosed her as having lost her mind and has locked her up. Previously, Heyue dealt with Guarjia's personal maid as a warning to Guarjia, but it will inevitably attract gossip and have a negative impact on Heyue. I'm also worried that Guarjia will be resentful and spread rumors, so it's better to deal with her directly."
He Yue glanced at him, met his tender and affectionate gaze, gave a soft hum, and turned her face away.
He thought to himself, "Don't think I'll soften just because you're playing the victim. You're the one who caused this!"
However, it was rare for him to think so cautiously. He Yue hadn't really considered the consequences of teaching Guarjia a lesson, and she didn't care about any gossip.
After all, one cannot live according to other people's wishes forever, so it's better to just be yourself.
Thirteen gave a bitter smile, not expecting her to calm down so quickly.
Explaining it to her face was a way of showing my stance that I wouldn't allow anyone to hurt her.
The Fourth Prince looked serious, pondered for a moment, and nodded: "Since that's the case, let's do it your way. I happened to bring the imperial physician with me, so he can take your pulse and report back to Father Emperor truthfully when we get back to the palace."
The phrase "according to the facts" is very profound.
Thirteen's expression softened somewhat, and he nodded.
The Fourth Prince glanced at Heyue, a glance that served as a reminder to her not to be willful and to know when to stop.
Heyue lowered her head in frustration, cursing Thirteen in her heart.
The Fourth Prince did not linger and returned to the palace.
Heyue ignored Thirteen and went straight back to her room.
Thirteen followed Heyue back into the house and sat down beside her. Seeing her indifferent expression, he had a sudden thought. He clutched his arm and hissed, looking pitiful: "Heyue, I'm injured. Can you help me change my bandages?"
He Yue sneered inwardly. Why didn't it hurt when she attacked? Who is she pretending to be now?
He tried to ignore it, but his peripheral vision betrayed him as he glanced over and saw that his left arm, which had been perfectly fine just moments before, was now stained with blood again. He was instantly furious and cursed the idiot in his mind, thinking, "Why didn't he know how to fake it?!"
She knew in her heart that he was doing it on purpose, deliberately making it real so that she could see it. She wanted to ignore him and let him suffer the pain himself, but in the end, she couldn't bring herself to do it.
He Yue sometimes felt that he was very willful and annoying, but at other times he was pitifully simple and straightforward, and she couldn't bear to vent her anger no matter how much she was angry.
Moreover, according to him, the injury was caused by himself.
Despite trying to tell myself that he deserved it, I still couldn't harden my heart.
Seeing him looking at her pitifully like an abandoned puppy, she finally called Hailan over and asked her to bring the medicine and gauze.
Thirteen grinned, looking a bit silly, and stretched out his arm for Heyue to bandage. His matter-of-fact manner really deserved a good scolding.
He Yue's eyelids twitched, she frowned in disgust, and muttered, "So silly!"
After the bandage was re-bandaged, Thirteen took the opportunity to embrace her, and the maids in the room quickly retreated, leaving the two of them alone.
He Yue's teeth itched with anger, while Thirteen secretly gloated, but on the surface he frowned and said sadly, "He Yue, please forgive me, I was wrong."
He Yue remained sullen, her face cold.
Thirteen felt uneasy, but was relieved that Heyue at least did not reject his approach.
In fact, he had always been indifferent to the other women in the mansion, and was even afraid that his excessive attention to them would make Heyue angry.
Yesterday, when Lady Guarjia came to pay her respects, he saw her gazing at him with such affection and speaking words of longing, which made him deeply aware of the difference between himself and Heyue.
Heyue never said she missed him, nor did she speak as gently and softly as other women.
He thought he liked her just the way she was, whether she was gentle or fierce, but when he met Guarjia, he realized that he wanted more.
He hoped to see even the slightest hint of concern and affection on that calm little face, at least to prove that she liked and missed him as much as he liked and missed her.
When he couldn't see what he wanted to see, for some reason, he felt an urge to escape.
He hadn't originally planned to go to Guarjia's place, but he changed his mind halfway there and went there instead, thinking that she was his woman after all, and even if he didn't like her, it would be good to go and see her.
He understood the impulse to think about someone, so he felt pity and remorse for Guarjia.
I never expected that the Guarjia clan would be so audacious.
He pushed away the unfamiliar body with all his might, a voice in his heart telling him that he must not give in, otherwise he would never see Heyue again.
The thought that she would never talk to him again made him feel a surge of energy rush to his head, and his strength suddenly surged. He pushed the woman away and walked towards the door.
Even though the woman pleaded and begged him repeatedly, he remained unmoved, his only thought being to see her.
Hearing her arrive in his daze was like finding a spring in the desert; he desperately wanted to rush over.
When he finally saw the person he had longed for day and night, he was undoubtedly overjoyed. But when he saw her walk away so coldly and heartlessly, a hole immediately appeared in his heart, cold and filled with despair.
He regretted it, realizing that seeing her any way was much better than her cold and heartless demeanor.
He didn't want to dwell on it anymore; even if she treated him the same way she had before, it proved that she cared about him.
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