Shang Xiye's caring gaze and gentle, soothing tone.
Ji Fengyao seemed to see her master again in an instant. She wanted to shake her head and say that it didn't hurt, but she pouted and said in a coquettish voice, "It hurts, but only a little bit."
"I have already sent someone to the palace to fetch the best burn ointment, please bear with it." Shang Xiye tenderly pulled the unusually obedient little bandit girl into his arms, feeling that she was extremely cute at this moment.
Upon hearing this, Ji Fengyao lowered her eyelids in disappointment: So it wasn't Master after all.
If it were the master, he would say, "Come, let me put some medicine on you. It won't hurt anymore after I put the medicine on."
This person still needs to go to the palace to get medicine.
She refused to believe that the Prince's mansion didn't even have a single box of burn ointment, and insisted on making a big fuss about going to the palace to get it.
Is he trying to tell the whole world that he would even defy the Empress Dowager for her sake, that she is the apple of his eye, and that he wants his enemies to hurry up and target her, to seize her as their weakness?
Wu Ying pushed the wheelchair, and Lin Shuang quickly tidied herself up before holding an umbrella to shield the two of them from the sun.
The two were delighted to see the prince and princess so close and affectionate.
Ji Fengyao felt increasingly choked up as she thought about it. As soon as she entered the inner courtyard of Hui Nuan Pavilion, she jumped out of Shang Xiye's arms, raised her paws, and went into the side hall first, instructing Bailu to fetch well water.
What's wrong with this little female bandit?
Suddenly feeling empty in his arms, Shang Xiye felt a void in his heart as well, and followed inside, puzzled.
"Miss, what happened to your hand? How did it get like this?" Xi Que grabbed Ji Fengyao's wrist and said angrily, "Wasn't it said that the Dowager Consort was a good-natured person? How come you got injured like this after just one trip there!"
"It's alright, don't make a fuss. Those who hurt me, their claws aren't any better than mine," Ji Fengyao reassured Xique.
Lin Shuang put away the parasol, her eyes red, and said, "It's all my fault, I misunderstood. Wherever Your Highness goes in the future, please take Miss Xique with you. If Miss Xique had protected you today, Your Highness could have held out until His Highness arrived."
Hold on until he arrives?
Ji Fengyao glanced at Shang Xiye indifferently. If he didn't go, her hand wouldn't get burned.
That wretched bastard, I don't want to talk to him today!
"Your Highness, the water is here," Bai Lu said, carrying in half a bucket of cool well water.
"Quickly roll up my sleeves for me, my hands hurt," Ji Fengyao said, extending her hands to Lin Shuang.
Unexpectedly, Shang Xiye stepped forward and pushed Lin Shuang aside, saying softly, "This king will do it."
Ji Fengyao stood frozen in place with her hand raised, while Lin Shuang, Bai Lu, and Xi Que had already automatically and consciously moved away.
"Isn't it your hand that hurts?" Shang Xiye's numb feet adjusted to the ground for a moment, then he slowly stood up, supporting himself with his wheelchair, and grasped Ji Fengyao's wrist: "I'll roll up your sleeves for you."
As he spoke, Shang Xiye gently rolled up Ji Fengyao's loose sleeves and fastened them together.
What's going on with this guy all of a sudden?
Ji Fengyao blinked her two rows of small, brush-like eyelashes, looked at his slender, white fingers that were buttoning her sleeves, and then at his earnest, clear eyes, as cold as piercing stars. The question that was about to come out of her mouth turned into: "You can stand up now?"
"You're a doctor..."
Shang Xiye chuckled helplessly, reminding the little scatterbrain that he only had no feeling in his feet, not that he was truly paralyzed. The slight upward curve of his lips and the instantaneous warmth in his eyes, breaking through the ice and revealing the sun, instantly created the most beautiful scenery in the world.
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