Ji Fengyao was momentarily stunned: that smile seemed to resemble her enchanting master.
Obeying his pull, Ji Fengyao squatted down and immersed her hands in the icy well water. The burning pain in her palms was immediately relieved by more than half, and she finally came to her senses from her momentary daze.
"Are you feeling better?" Shang Xiye asked with concern.
"Hmm," Ji Fengyao answered absentmindedly.
Shang Xiye had a feeling that the little female bandit was angry, so he turned around and glanced at Wuying.
Wuying understood and quickly bowed and withdrew.
Seeing this, Lin Shuang also pulled the bewildered Xi Que and Bai Lu away.
"Is it because I arrived late?" Shang Xiye gently hooked the finger holding her sleeve and grasped her slender, delicate wrist. He spoke very softly: "The Dowager Consort used to summon the concubines in the mansion and question them a few times. Although she reprimanded them, she never resorted to private torture. I never expected that she would make such a big fuss this time."
"Hmph, the Empress Dowager has probably run out of capable people around her these days. Your Highness, you'd better send a few competent ones to serve her," Ji Fengyao said coldly, clearly unimpressed by his explanation.
"No wonder you pleaded for them; it turns out you've already taken your revenge," Shang Xiye chuckled, seemingly in a good mood.
Seeing his attitude, Ji Fengyao, who had held back for several moments, finally blurted out in a fit of rage, "Your Highness, does the manor really not even have a box of burn ointment? If I were seriously injured and about to die one day, would you still put on an act and search the world for medicine for me again and again? I believe that true partners can entrust their lives to each other!"
It turns out she misunderstood this.
Shang Xiye put away his joke and met her angry gaze seriously, saying, "My soldiers and I are used to being injured on the battlefield. We usually treat ordinary sword and knife wounds with wound medicine. Minor burns are nothing to us. Therefore, the manor does not keep burn ointment."
Ji Fengyao was surprised to receive such an answer. She recalled how they had been wounded in battle and had only used crude wound medicine that could hardly be called medicine to treat their terrible wounds, and she felt a pang of heartache.
"I'm sorry, I misunderstood you this time," Ji Fengyao said somewhat embarrassedly. "I won't be so petty in the future. I will prepare your medicine as soon as possible."
"It's alright," Shang Xiye said, holding her hand and gazing at her bright face with gentle eyes. "It's wonderful that you can be so open and honest with me. You should continue to do so in the future."
Ji Fengyao felt uneasy under his gaze and tone, and a series of questions arose in her mind:
Why does she feel like this guy is interested in her?
Huh, what kind of nonsense is she thinking about again? Who could possibly be interested in this huge block of ice?
Compared to the sweet, romantic atmosphere of Hui Nuan Ge, Dian Xiang Ge and Ning Xi Tang are like an abyss of resentment.
Consort Jia never expected that her simple attempt to test the waters would result in her being beaten so badly.
Those bandits didn't play by the rules at all; there was no logic to it!
Although Ji Fengyao's strength wasn't great, her face was still flushed from being pampered. A series of slaps left her face red.
Later, when she heard that the Dowager Consort had sent someone to invite Ji Fengyao to sit on the sidelines, Consort Jia finally felt a little better. But before she could be happy for more than a few hours, she heard that the Ninth Prince had personally brought the bandit back and almost punished the Dowager Consort's people for her sake.
Consort Jia couldn't sit still any longer. She smashed all the vases, cups, and bowls in the room, making a complete mess.
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