Chapter 44: The Battleground Has Arrived!
As early as that meal, the princess had keenly seen Xiao Xun's feelings for Lin Yuan, and took advantage of Xiao Xun's injury to stir her heart.
However, Lin Yu was also dissatisfied with Xiao Xun because of her younger sister's injury, and she was at a loss for what to do for the time being.
The Prince of Huaiyang was preoccupied with worries, presumably because of the assassination attempt at his palace. He spent the night alone in his study.
She then went to Xiao Jin to inquire about the matter.
As soon as she opened her mouth, Xiao Jin heard the princess mention Lin Yuan and couldn't help but sigh, realizing that she was actually Lin Yu's younger sister.
He said dejectedly, "Could it be that Master He said that to keep an eye on me? Fine, it's one thing for him, but Lin Yu, we're like brothers, and he didn't even offer an explanation. Was he also keeping an eye on me?"
The princess glanced at him sideways: "We're as close as brothers, and you didn't even know that Master Lin has sisters?"
"I know, I know," Xiao Jin said hoarsely, scratching his head and muttering, "It's just that they are such a perfect match. What a pity."
"What a pity?" the princess scolded him, telling him not to have any designs on her. "She was originally a palace maid, and she has just left the palace. Historically, those who enter the palace are not allowed to form private marriages—"
"She's still a palace maid?" Xiao Jin was even more surprised.
The princess immediately lost interest in seeking advice from Xiao Jin. She frowned and pondered to herself, "—Leaving the palace before the age of twenty. Those who leave the palace before the age of twenty are either sick, stupid, or have made a mistake and been expelled. But this Miss Lin is intelligent, eloquent, and charming. It seems that either she is implicated in the deposition of the Empress Qu, or she has received a favor."
"With people like that already in the palace, why would they be willing to grant them the privilege of leaving?"
Xiao Jin was surprised, clicked her tongue, clapped her hands and sighed, "Could it be because my cousin is going to enter the palace that His Majesty released all the palace servants to leave the palace?"
How could that be?
The princess continued, "Not to mention the future empress, who should be a model of virtue for the nation. His Majesty is a man with emotions and desires. Although he has little affinity with the Qu family woman, wasn't there a palace maid who was favored and became pregnant with the eldest prince before? I don't know that palace maid's name or background. I asked around and tried to find out, but I couldn't even find out her surname. People in the palace are very tight-lipped these days."
"Why does Mother want to inquire about a palace maid?"
The princess frowned and exhaled a breath of stale air: "What palace maid? She just didn't have a title back then. His Majesty even killed the Grand Marshal's wife because of this palace maid. Once the six palaces are officially recognized, that title will come sooner or later."
She earnestly advised, "Ah Jin, things are different now than before. His Majesty holds great power and is unpredictable. I know your father's temperament. Huaiyang Kingdom has always only sought a peaceful life and stayed away from trouble. But who knows if His Majesty will be like the late Emperor and have the idea of weakening the vassal states? Perhaps he already has this idea. I was confused by what happened at the banquet today, but His Majesty's mind is always unpredictable."
She became more and more alarmed as she spoke, "Tell me, wouldn't it be wonderful if our Huaiyang Kingdom had someone in the palace, preferably someone close to His Majesty?"
“Mother, His Majesty is not me. Even if you wanted to send that maid over, he wouldn’t accept her. He’s been emperor for so many years, and there’s no shortage of beautiful women in the palace. If he really had designs on her, would Qu Yang really be able to lay a hand on his bed?”
The princess complained that he spoke without thinking, and lightly bit her lip: "There is one person right now."
Xiao Jin's eyes lit up: "Who?"
“Master Lin’s female disciple.”
The princess glanced at him and said, "Can't you see? At the banquet, His Majesty sat right next to her and even injured his own body to save her."
"no."
Xiao Jin blurted it out.
"Why not?"
“She is Master Lin’s sister.” Xiao Jin frowned, and after a moment, he flicked his sleeve and said, “She, she, she has her own father and mother, and her own brother. She is not a person of our Huaiyang Kingdom, so it is not up to us to make decisions.”
"How could I be advocating for her? Miss Lin is beautiful and clever, but she's probably always been confined to the palace and rarely sees outsiders. I don't think she's very knowledgeable about matters of the heart. You know what? Yesterday she jokingly talked to me about pitch-pot. Although she didn't say it explicitly, I could tell who else was playing the game the day before yesterday? It was none other than His Majesty! His Majesty deliberately lost to her to amuse her, but she was completely oblivious, thinking it was just a joke to amuse me."
The princess made up her mind, "Although she is not from Huaiyang, we are the hosts. If we can help bring them together and make them happy, she is a person who remembers kindness. Wouldn't that be a great help to us in the palace in the future?"
The princess then gently patted Xiao Jin, who was still in a daze, and said, "Did you hear that? Don't you dare have any improper thoughts about Miss Lin."
After saying that, she looked at Xiao Jin and sighed heavily, "With the mess you two have made, you can't count on your aunt or the future empress."
Xiao Jin became increasingly confused as she listened, and soon broke out in a cold sweat.
Could it be because of Lin Yu? Did Xiao Xun approach Lin Yuan in order to find out Lin Yu's background from her?
He couldn't help but think of that bronze pitch-pot again.
Yesterday, Lin Yu's sleeves were wet, and Xiao Xun happened to be nearby and saw the marks on Lin Yu's arm. Was this a coincidence, or had he already become suspicious?
Xiao Xun possesses an extraordinary sensitivity and memory. If he can remember that Xiao Yu has a birthmark the size of a coin on his arm, he might be able to recognize the old friend's features from his appearance.
But fourteen years have passed, fourteen years indeed. He thought to himself, the bronze pot has lost its patina, the eight-year-old boy has long since passed his coming-of-age ceremony, Xiao Yu no longer has the birthmark, and has long since lost his former glory, and his temperament is completely different.
When he first saw Lin Yu at Cuiwei Mountain four years ago, he did not connect the refined and otherworldly scholar before him with the beloved, sharp-witted, yet composed eldest grandson of the emperor.
The cup was clearly knocked over by Lin Yu himself. Xiao Yu had always been much smarter than him. Did he know that Xiao Xun was suspicious, so he came prepared and did it on purpose to dispel Xiao Xun's suspicions?
Did Lin Yu already know that this young master Xiao, who claimed to be the son of the Prince of Yuzhang, was actually Xiao Xun, the current emperor?
No, if he knew, how could he be so unconcerned and at ease interacting with him? If he knew, how should he conduct himself?
Xiao Jin had a terrible headache. Two little figures were fighting in his mind, flashing back to the sword fights of yesterday.
But the princess had already gracefully walked away into the distance.
She went to Tingquan Temple and first visited two old women who were unable to attend the banquet the previous day due to illness.
When Li Ao saw the real princess, she was so dizzy that she thought she had ascended to heaven.
"—This is, this is a fairy, a fairy princess!" Having ascended to immortality, even her back injury was no longer felt. Li Ao got off the bed and performed the most proper blessing ceremony she had performed in recent days.
The princess gently helped them up, smiling tenderly, and told them to rest assured and recuperate at Tingquan Courtyard. She added that if they needed anything, they should just let the servants know.
"Although the Prince's mansion is not fully stocked, it still has all the common medicinal herbs such as ginseng, lingzhi, and dendrobium."
“Even a fairy princess cannot compare to her; she is clearly the Queen Mother of the West!” Wang Ao exclaimed, her eyes brimming with tears.
When the Queen Mother left, she took with her the divine aura and the miracles.
When Lin Yu arrived early in the morning, as she stepped over the threshold, she mentioned to the two women that she had been "causing trouble at the Prince's residence for many days." She saw one of them hunched over, motionless, and the other with her head bowed, tears streaming down her face—tears of joy that had not yet been shed.
Lin Yu suddenly stopped in her tracks, halting her words: "What's wrong? Didn't you say yesterday that you felt much better after using Master He's herbal paste?"
"It suddenly got really bad," Wang Ao said, her voice trembling with tears.
Lin Yu's heart leaped into her throat. She looked at Li Ao on the bed and her steps faltered.
Just then, they heard Wang Ao say in a hoarse voice, "I felt better yesterday and took a couple of steps, but then this morning I was like this. I probably can't move at all." As if that wasn't enough, she added, "Now there's no way I can move out."
"What? Something bad has happened?" Upon hearing this, He Ji squeezed into the room.
He sniffed, looked around, and realized, "There's too much charcoal in this room."
He opened the doors and windows with lightning speed.
As the north wind blew in, Li Ao straightened up and jumped off the couch, while Wang Ao stood aside to avoid the wind.
As the two old women's loud, stern shouts and He Ji's pleas for mercy echoed throughout Tingquan Courtyard, the Princess was walking with Lin Yuan past a secluded rocky area.
With tears in her eyes, she recounted Xiao Xun's injuries.
Lin Yuan was shocked by what she heard.
The princess hesitated for a moment and then said, "Young Master Xiao is of noble birth and noble status. You come from the palace and are the most reliable. If you can take care of us, I, the Prince of Huaiyang, and the Crown Prince will be eternally grateful."
Lin Yuan pursed her lips: "He was injured while saving me, so it's only right."
"It's wonderful that A-Yuan thinks that way." The princess breathed a sigh of relief, but then hesitated for a moment before saying, "However, judging from yesterday's situation, your brother certainly doesn't want you to get close to Young Master Xiao. Even just to inquire about your injuries. He seems to suspect that the assassin was Young Master Xiao's doing, and perhaps, soon, or even today, he wants to take you away from the palace."
She sighed: "Your brother is just worried and confused. I know that. Young Master Xiao is so noble and precious, how could he have attracted an assassin on his own?"
"My brother is neither an impolite nor an unreasonable person, Your Highness, please rest assured."
Lin Yuan held the princess's hand and said earnestly, "If my brother has any concerns, I will find a way."
Lin Yuan nervously stirred the soup.
She didn't tell Lin Yu at all that she had come to Dongyuan.
Before she could even manage a composed smile, sunlight streamed in, casting the tall shadow of Lin Yu in his white robe.
He bowed and said, "Young Master Xiao was injured, and I was deeply worried about him. I came to inquire after his well-being. I wonder if he is feeling better?"
"The injury happened the day before yesterday. Master Lin was worried, so he didn't come yesterday?" Xiao Xun said with a hint of amusement.
"The injured need to recuperate. Yesterday, the Prince of Huaiyang, the Princess Consort, and the imperial envoys must have come to offer their condolences. I am but a commoner and dare not disturb them," Lin Yu said calmly, glancing at Lin Yuan.
Lin Yuan seemed to have been caught red-handed, and gave a sullen laugh.
"Thank you for your concern. It's just a superficial wound, not poisoned." Xiao Xun stood up, his hands behind his back, facing him. His eyes were dimmed by the sudden bright sunlight, and his smile seemed a little unclear. "Master Lin should know this better than anyone else."
"That's good." Lin Yu nodded and smiled, then walked straight towards Lin Yuan. "A Yuan, Young Master Xiao is injured and needs to rest. You've already thanked me, so don't bother him any longer. Come back with me."
Lin Yuan looked embarrassed and was about to get up when Xiao Xun interrupted, "How can you say that? Injured people need some liveliness. Having someone to chat with can help them heal faster."
Lin Yu smiled faintly: "The Prince's mansion has female musicians, and the young master has relatives and friends. Leaving my younger sister here alone can hardly be considered lively. Besides, my younger sister is straightforward, and I'm worried about her."
Xiao Xun smiled and said, "It's just a meal together, a casual chat, talking about what we've seen and heard in Huaiyang, and the local customs. A-Yuan is straightforward, which is one of her good qualities. We were having a great chat before Master Lin arrived. What's there to worry about?"
"What I'm worried about isn't whether Young Master Xiao will be offended, but my younger sister."
Lin Yu smiled and looked at Lin Yuan, "My younger sister has a good personality and is an optimistic person, but that doesn't mean she's not careful. She takes to heart everything people say, whether they mean it or not. Young Master Xiao is having a good time, but whether A Yuan is truly happy or just putting on a brave face, please don't judge others by your own standards."
"Brother." Lin Yuan tugged at his sleeve, trying to stop him from speaking.
Xiao Xun sighed almost imperceptibly, then a hint of a smile appeared in his eyes: "If Master Lin is still worried, why don't we sit down and talk? The other day, because of that assassin, I didn't have a chance to have a proper chat with Master Lin."
Lin Yu tucked his hands behind his back and didn't move: "Young Master Xiao has been coming to Tingquan Courtyard a lot these past few days, haven't you been talking to me the whole time?"
"Master Lin, aren't you curious about the results of the Grand Master of Ceremonies' interrogation of the assassin these past two days?"
“The assassin wasn’t after me or my sister. Unlike Young Master Xiao, I’m just a commoner, a nobody. It’s inappropriate for me to inquire about matters of the government office.”
Lin Yu shook her head and smiled faintly, "To be honest, I'm not interested either."
“Very well, since Master Lin is not interested in the disputes between the court and the people, let’s talk about something else—” Xiao Xun raised an eyebrow and changed the subject, “How about we talk about the livelihood of ordinary people that Master Lin cares about?”
"Young Master Xiao refers to—"
Xiao Xun gestured for Lin Yu to sit down, and smiled mischievously: "Well, food is the most important thing for people. Has Master Lin never had breakfast yet?"
"How did Young Master Xiao know?" Lin Yuan asked, tilting her head.
"Judging from Master Lin's appearance, his eyes are a little bluish, which means he must have been shaken by what happened the night before and hasn't slept well for the past two days. His clothes are covered in dew, which means he must have been anxious when he didn't see his younger sister this morning and rushed over without even putting on his fur coat."
Xiao Xun's gaze swept downwards. "The soles of his boots are covered with plum petals, probably because he took a shortcut through the plum grove. There's some bluish tinge on the toes of his boots, and the pebbles under the snow are covered with moss, so it seems he must have slipped on the thin snow a couple of times."
He curled his lips into a smile. "How could I possibly have the leisure to eat breakfast?"
Lin Yuan's eyes widened, and she couldn't help but sigh softly, thinking that Xiao Xun was "truly perceptive of Lin Yu."
Xiao Xun raised an eyebrow and smiled, "It was just a joke. Actually, it was just a casual greeting. Why would I think so much about it?"
He flicked his finger, intending to playfully tap Lin Yuan on the head, but just as he was about to raise his hand, he saw Lin Yuan get up and pull Lin Yu to her seat. In the end, he simply rubbed his palm together.
Lin Yu chuckled lightly: "You're absolutely right. I came in a hurry and didn't dress properly, please forgive me, Young Master Xiao. However, the plum blossoms didn't come from the plum garden. A-Yuan likes plum blossoms and put a few branches in my room."
As he spoke, he smiled gently at Lin Yuan, who had come before him.
Xiao Xun's smile suddenly faded.
He glanced at the food table and awkwardly continued the small talk: "By the way, Master Lin, you have been in Huaiyang for many years since you came from Chang'an. Are you used to the food in Huaiyang?"
"I can get used to the food."
A maid came to refill the cups and chopsticks. Lin Yu no longer refused, took the goose soup, and blew away the white steam: "When I was young, I traveled to various places in Guanzhong and Guandong. I was not particular about food and could eat anything."
He paused for a moment, then looked up and asked with a smile, "Young Master Xiao, aren't you also a traveler in the martial world?"
Xiao Xun was taken aback and picked up his silver chopsticks: "People in Guanzhong mostly eat millet and sorghum, and their tastes are moderate. Guandong is vast, and people mostly eat wheat rice and broad bean soup. Langya and Jiaozhou are coastal and have a lot of water, so they like to eat fish sashimi and prefer fresh and salty food. But the people of Huaiyang like to use Sichuan pepper in their cooking, which is similar to the people of Shu. Even their hot pot is served with mustard sauce and Sichuan pepper sauce."
Lin Yu was slightly taken aback upon hearing this and glanced at Lin Yuan.
Lin Yuan looked rather uneasy and stuck out her tongue at him.
"Yes—" Lin Yu immediately understood. He took a sip of tea, swallowed the "ma?", put down his cup, and said seriously, "Sichuan pepper is expensive and is mostly loved by wealthy and powerful families. I am just a commoner living in the countryside, so I don't eat such a rare and precious thing very often."
Looking at the plate of Sichuan peppercorn-stirred meat on the table, Xiao Xun said to himself, "The Princess Consort is exceptionally attentive to her guests, and the Prince of Huaiyang is fond of extravagance. Therefore, the Sichuan peppercorns used are all carefully selected, one by one, from Sichuan. It is said that in winter, the fields were covered with eaves and fires were lit day and night to grow fresh Sichuan peppercorns, defying the season."
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the two exchange a knowing smile. Lin Yu's eyes were filled with tenderness, and she couldn't help but tap the rim of her bowl with her chopsticks. "—That makes it even more numbing and spicy. I don't even know how to eat it. I can't complain, lest she do something wrong with good intentions and feel anxious instead. I can only come to your Tingquan Courtyard every day to mooch some food."
He then smiled at Lin Yuan and said, "It's still your cooking that's to my liking."
Lin Yu coughed lightly: "What Young Master Xiao ate was all made by Granny Li and Granny Wang from Tingquan Courtyard."
Xiao Xun lowered his head, took a sip of tea, and slowly said, "That's probably because A Yuan and I have similar tastes."
“Aunt Li and Aunt Wang are both catering to Lin Yu and Master He’s tastes…” Lin Yuan interjected softly.
Lin Yu interrupted her: "If the young master likes the two old ladies' soup, why not—"
Xiao Xun smiled and said, "Thank you for the invitation, Master Lin. I will visit often."
Lin Yu smiled and said, "What I was thinking was, why don't we invite the two old ladies to the East Garden? They have been taken in by the Prince of Huaiyang's mansion and provided with food and medicine, and they have no way to repay them. They are filled with trepidation every day. If they could come and take care of the distinguished guests in the mansion, they would be overjoyed, and the Prince and Princess of Huaiyang would surely agree. Besides cooking, they can also talk about the customs and traditions of Huaiyang. Being from the local area, they would certainly know everything they need to know."
Lin Yuan, engrossed in the goose soup that Lin Yu had warmed by blowing on it, choked on her laughter upon hearing this.
Xiao Xun hurriedly poured a cup of tea and was about to hand it over when he saw Lin Yu patting Lin Yuan's back to help her catch her breath.
Lin Yuan choked, her face turning red, with some leftover food on the corner of her lips. Feeling apologetic for her rudeness, she turned her face away from Xiao Xun.
"Wipe it off." The three words were swallowed back down.
Lin Yu then took out a handkerchief with her other free hand and gently wiped her face.
The handkerchief was embroidered with orchids; it wasn't exquisite, but you could tell it was orchids.
Xiao Xun held a plain handkerchief in his hand, which was crumpled under the food table.
Lin Yuan raised her face slightly, half coquettish and half reproachful, and muttered something to Lin Yu.
In his eyes, all he could see was her smiling eyes, and the sunlight streaming through the window screen onto her face.
They appear carefree and without worries.
The sour taste stung my teeth.
Lin Yu is A Yuan's older brother. He is her older brother. He is her older brother.
He silently repeated it to himself three times.
In the end, he opened his eyes again, and his resentment reached the silver chopsticks.
The one who was being bullied was a plate of peeled chicken eggs in front of him.
Is he really my older brother?
What's the difference between the way Lin Yu looks at Lin Yuan and the way he looks at Lin Yuan?
……some.
More indulgence brings more clear-cut joy.
Yes, they are related.
He gritted his teeth and said to himself.
He lost his balance and used too much force, causing the silver chopsticks to strike the lacquered plate with a clinking sound.
A chicken egg rolled off the silver chopsticks.
When Ling Feng arrived early this morning, in addition to delivering news from the Huaiyang State Government, he also handed over a new secret report from the Prefect of the Capital.
Earlier, when Xiao Xun discovered that Lin Yu's identity was suspicious, he ordered the Prefect of the Capital to secretly investigate the teacher Lin Yu had studied under.
Ling Feng said, "All I know is that the master's surname is Cheng, and he lives in seclusion on the western mountain of Chang'an. The villagers at the foot of the western mountain call him 'Cheng Buwen' (meaning 'Cheng Who Doesn't Hear'). This is because he is unknown and indifferent to worldly affairs, and rarely interacts with others. His only disciple is Lin Yu."
“Cheng Buwen? Interesting.” Xiao Xun chuckled. “He teaches people the Five Classics, instructing them on how to enter officialdom, yet he himself retreats to the mountains and forests, detached from worldly affairs.”
He pondered for a moment and asked, "How old are you? When did you arrive at West Mountain?"
Ling Feng, after reading the secret report, also felt bewildered: "No one knows his age. The person sent by the Prefect of the Capital said he looks to be in his seventies. But he is a scholar, a recluse, with an air of otherworldly wisdom, so it's hard to say for sure. He might be older. Because he moved there a long time ago, he has no land, does not work, does not pay taxes or land rent. Therefore, the village head and the county magistrate do not care. According to the villagers, he arrived at Xishan around the second year of Jingyuan—this was only because a boy of about ten years old often visited him on horseback, and that's how they learned that such a recluse lived there. As for where he originally came from, no one knows."
"Visiting on horseback, making such a commotion?" Xiao Xun asked, coming back to his senses.
“It was his father who made a big fuss. He was overjoyed to hear that the teacher was willing to take his child as a disciple. He sent rice and wine every now and then, and once, he even slaughtered a fat pig and sent it up the mountain.” As Ling Feng spoke, he suddenly felt a little puzzled. “Speaking of which, if he wasn’t his own child, why would he care so much? And if there were doubts about his parentage, he shouldn’t have made such a big fuss about it.”
"With such a grand display, who knows if it's just an attempt to cover up the truth?" He lifted his eyelids, glanced at the memorial, and said calmly, "Didn't you say that even the neighboring villages know about this person? He was only seventeen when he left Dongping Township in Chang'an."
"Cheng Buwen".
Xiao Xun murmured the name, then suddenly recalled the old files, and his brow twitched. "Cheng Xuanzhi. Forty years ago, he was the Crown Prince's tutor. Later, as he grew older, he retired from the court in the first year of the Tian Shou era, but still occasionally taught classes as a professor at the Imperial Academy. After the third year of the Tian Shou era, he requested to retire. Go and find out where he went after that."
...
They must be related.
He said to himself.
The silver chopsticks wouldn't obey my commands.
The second egg, riddled with holes, rolled onto the table.
When Ling Feng heard his words, his eyes lit up, and he exclaimed, "Your Majesty is wise! Does Your Majesty suspect that Lin Yu might be related to the Crown Prince's rebellion in the third year of the Tian Shou era? Grand Tutor Cheng escaped the disaster because of his advanced age, but his children and grandchildren were all implicated in the Crown Prince's case and died in the disaster. After that, there was no news of Grand Tutor Cheng."
“Some say he died long ago in despair, others say he wanted to plead for the Crown Prince but was secretly executed by the late Emperor, and still others say he died in the subsequent plague. If this Cheng Buwen is indeed Grand Tutor Cheng Xuanzhi, then Lin Yu, at such a young age, was able to persuade him to teach her.” Ling Feng hesitated, “Could it be…”
"I have no doubt."
Xiao Xun suddenly interrupted him, "Lin Yu is Lin Yuan's older brother. His own brother."
A fleeting look of surprise crossed Ling Feng's face, and he nodded in agreement.
Xiao Xun paused, then smiled almost imperceptibly: "I simply feel that someone who can teach a talented person like Lin Yu, who is insightful and humble, must be no less learned than a professor at the Imperial Academy. Now that the court is in a time of employing people without being bound by convention, shouldn't we do our utmost to win over such a talent if he can still be of use to the court?"
They must be relatives.
He gritted his teeth and gripped the silver chopsticks tightly, his fingertips almost turning white.
The third egg trembled slightly in the dish, then it rose into the air.
It flew right up to Xiao Xun's eyes.
"Eat up," Lin Yuan said readily.
Xiao Xun's eyes suddenly lit up, and he loosened his grip on the silver chopsticks, which fell onto the table, making a joyful sound along with the cups and plates.
He slowly ate the chicken egg using Lin Yuan's chopsticks.
He took a bite gracefully, and the corners of his lips turned up slightly.
Seeing Lin Yu's eyes darken slightly, Xiao Xun's smile became even more dazzling.
After he chewed slowly and carefully, taking a bite and pausing to rest, he would sip tea before saying to the person opposite him, "Delicious," "Sweet," "The yolk and white are so distinct," oh no, it's "The egg white is smooth," "The yolk is delicate," truly "unprecedented," "unique," making one almost feel as if this was the first time in his life he had ever eaten an egg, or perhaps he wasn't eating an egg at all, but some kind of dragon egg or phoenix egg.
Lin Yuan's hand, which was holding the chopsticks, had already stiffened.
"You're worried about..." Xiao Xun's eyebrows danced with joy, her smile blossoming into a flower. She used the handkerchief in her hand to wipe the egg yolk from the corner of her lips. "...Is my hand injured?"
Lin Yuan forced a smile: "Young Master's injury is to his left hand."
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