Yan Mingzhu was going to wash her hair, but the back of her head was hit and some blood flowed. She felt that her whole head was smelly and dirty.
Because she had to avoid wounds, she needed a maid to help her wash them.
The woman's hair on her temples is already long, but it took nearly an hour to wash off this black hair.
When Yan Mingzhu looked up, she felt like her neck was about to break.
"Miss Yan, do you need medicine for the wound on your head now?"
Yan Mingzhu wiped it casually with a face towel, "No need to do it now. I'll call you when your hair is dry. Sorry to bother you, please go down and rest first."
"It is the slave's duty to serve the girl. If the girl needs anything, call the slave at any time. The slave will leave."
This Miss Yan San is the only woman who has lived in the palace several times.
Moreover, Wu Bo specially told them that they must work hard and take good care of Miss Yan.
For Wu Bodu to pay so much attention to her, isn't it a hint to everyone that this Miss Yan is most likely the future princess?
Naturally, the maid must serve her attentively and please the future princess in advance!
Naturally, Yan Mingzhu didn't know the thoughts of these people in the mansion. The wing room in Dingbei Palace was indeed very comfortable.
All the equipment is of the most expensive quality, and even any chair pulled out is made of fine red sandalwood.
Yan Mingzhu sat down on the warm couch, took out her account book and began to calculate the accounts.
After these days of operation, Baekje Hall and Ming Yuexuan are on the right track, and their daily profits are gradually increasing. It won't be long before they can completely fill the deficit and turn losses into profits.
Once the shop is stable and profitable, there is no need to worry about the money provided to the Hou Mansion. Even if she leaves for work in the short term, she is not afraid that the Hou Mansion will be left with nothing.
After taking over the family, she should remove the biggest hidden danger in the Hou Mansion. Only in this way can she leave the imperial capital with peace of mind and go about the more important things next.
Although Dali Temple has re-examined the treason case of Marquis Yongyi, there is not much progress so far, and it is far from enough for Dali Temple to investigate alone.
She must call on the power of her previous life, but even if she uses that power, it is not easy to find evidence to prove that Yong Yihou is innocent, and it will take a lot of time.
As a result, she could not tell when she would come back after leaving the Imperial Capital, so she had to arrange everything in the Imperial Capital in a short period of time.
Yan Mingzhu was seriously thinking about her next plan when suddenly something covered her head, and her eyes suddenly went dark.
"You got into the eyes of money. With wet hair on your head, you only focused on settling accounts. When the wind and cold hit you the next day, don't cry to me if you suffer."
Qi Jue stood behind Yan Mingzhu. Although he said this, he gently wiped the water droplets on her temples with a face towel.
Yan Mingzhu raised her head, her face covered by a scarf, revealing only a pair of beautiful eyes that were as clear and as clear as Hsinchu after a spring rain.
"I'll forget about it if I get too absorbed in it. It doesn't matter. Just wait for it to dry naturally. I've done this before. I'm in good health and won't catch a cold."
Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, Qi Jue freed up a hand and held the hand that Yan Mingzhu was writing.
The man's hands were so wide that he could wrap her whole hand in them.
Yan Mingzhu was stunned for a moment, thinking only that His Highness Prince Dingbei was not a very mysophobic person. She just touched his wrist and was so angry that he vomited blood.
Now he took the initiative to hold her hand, so where did all his mysophobia go?
"How dare you say you are in good health when your hands are so cold?"
The moment it came into contact with Yan Mingzhu's hand, it was like the fusion of ice and fire. The woman's extremely cold hand made Qi Jue frown in displeasure.
In her previous life, her physique was indeed very good, and she had almost never gotten sick since she was a child.
It's just that the current body must have been abused and bullied before, so its constitution is particularly weak.
But after these days of nursing, she has improved a lot, but her body temperature is still low. This is the uterine cold brought from the mother's womb. It is difficult to completely cure it, and it must be adjusted slowly.
Without waiting for Yan Mingzhu to answer, Qi Jue tilted his head and ordered: "Bring a heater in and get two Tang Pozi."
"Your Highness, it's not even winter yet, so using a Yubako and a heater is a bit exaggerated, and I don't feel cold either."
But Qi Jue did not allow her to comment: "If the king says it is necessary, then it is necessary."
Okay, who told this to be his mansion and she was temporarily living under someone else's roof, so she had no choice but to "suck it up".
"do not move."
Yan Mingzhu was about to ask him what he was going to do, but the next moment, she felt her scalp was warm and her wet temples were drying rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"You... use your inner strength to dry my hair?"
No wonder Yan Mingzhu was surprised, because even in her previous life, no one had ever used such a considerate method to dry her hair.
On the contrary, in her previous life, she never liked drying her hair, so her brother Mingtai followed her worriedly and dried her hair bit by bit, but that was all.
As a result, Qi Jue immediately came up with a difficult task, which he would never have been able to do if his internal strength had not reached a certain level.
She was able to do it in her previous life, but in her current body, her quality in all aspects was low and she couldn't reach this level at all.
Qi Jue simply replied: "It's faster this way."
While the hair was being dried, the servant came in carrying the heater.
In the small red clay stove, animal gold charcoal was burning, and the fire crackled, but there was no smell of smoke, instead it carried the fragrance of pine branches.
This is royal charcoal, only for royal use. Even important ministers like Mingtai are not qualified to use it.
Qi Jue withdrew his hand, asked his maid to bring over the ointment prescribed by the imperial doctor, and personally applied the medicine to the injury on the back of Yan Mingzhu's head.
Obviously, it was also the first time for Qi Jue to help a girl apply medicine and lift Yan Mingzhu's black hair, so she was not very skilled in her movements.
On the contrary, because the hair was too much and slippery, I finally pulled it open, and the other side slipped down again, covering the wound.
Although Yan Mingzhu couldn't see Qi Jue's expression at the moment, she saw that his hand movements were obviously stiff, and she suppressed a smile and said: "Your Highness, let the maid come in to apply the medicine?"
But Qi Jue was very stubborn, "I can do it."
In this world, except giving birth to children, there is nothing he can't do.
Seeing how dedicated the other party was, Yan Mingzhu didn't say anything more and sat cross-legged, holding her chin with her hands.
After finally getting the medicine, Qi Jue couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He had never fought so hard to kill an enemy on the battlefield.
On the one hand, I want to prevent the hair on the side from sliding down, and on the other hand, I am afraid it will hurt her.
After finally applying it, Qi Jue was about to say something when he lowered his eyes and found that Yan Mingzhu remained sitting with his eyes closed, and he didn't know when he fell asleep.