Zhou Huaichun had a smile on his face, but his eyes were full of provocation.
Is she telling me that she is the mistress of this house?
I have no feelings for Zhao Yanqing for a long time, so naturally I have no interest in competing for his favor.
But I...can't bear to see Zhao Yanqing live such a happy life.
"Are you the woman Zhao Yanqing keeps outside?" I raised my eyelids and asked Zhou Huaichun coldly instead of answering Zhou Huaichun's question.
Perhaps he was aroused by the words "women outside". Zhou Huaichun was stunned for a moment, then showed anger in his eyes.
But soon, she suppressed her emotions and smiled back at me, "Madam, this slave belongs to the young master..."
"Azhen, she is the nanny I hired for Ping'er." Before Zhou Huaichun finished speaking, Zhao Yanqing suddenly spoke.
He put the boy down and walked slowly to my side. His soft eyes suddenly turned cold. He gave Zhou Huaichun a cold look, and with a cold tone, he called her by name and said, "Zhou Huaichun, I will take care of whatever Madam needs."
As for you, just take the monthly silver and sort out the account books and keys to the accounting room in a moment and bring them to the main courtyard."
Hearing this, Zhou Huaichun was startled and froze immediately.
"Sir, what did you do wrong as a slave?"
Her eyes were red and she felt extremely wronged.
Zhao Yanqing is still as unscrupulous as ever.
I was mocking in my heart and looked at him coldly, wanting to see what more ruthless words he could say to Zhou Huaichun in order to win my trust.
Zhao Yanqing was indeed ruthless. Faced with Zhou Huaichun's pear blossoms and rain, he did not show any pity for her. He said very coldly, "Zhou Huaichun, you should act like a slave when you are a slave."
"Keep your duty."
Without saying a word, Zhao Yanqing picked up the boy again, holding the child in one hand and pulling me through the door with the other.
All the way into the main courtyard, he first called his nanny to take the boy down, and then ordered the boy to go to the medical center to ask for Dr. Zhu.
"Azhen, don't worry. Dr. Zhu's medical skills have always been superb, and he will definitely be able to cure your leg." When he spoke to me again, Zhao Yanqing returned to his usual gentle and jade-like appearance.
He sat by the brazier and added a few pieces of silver bone charcoal into it. As the charcoal fire became redder, the surroundings gradually heated up.
My frozen body also warmed up. Because of the warmth, the frostbite on my hands became more painful and itchy.
Zhao Yanqing was sitting across from me. Seeing that I was scratching so hard, he slowly stretched out his hand, reached halfway, then took it back, then stood up and stepped out of the room.
After half a stick of incense, Zhao Yanqing turned back and came back with a white porcelain jar in his hand.
"This is Aconite Powder." He took off the stopper, dipped some powder into the cotton cloth, and handed it to me, "You rub it yourself, I won't touch you."
Perhaps it was an illusion, but at this moment, I seemed to see tension, caution, and even a bit of flattery in Zhao Yanqing's eyes.
What an illusion.
I was sarcastic in my heart and didn't want to accept anything from Zhao Yanqing, but in the end I didn't refuse.
In the past six months, in order to survive, I have taken over the clothes of several families. I washed them from morning to night, even in winter. As time went by, my hands were covered with frostbite, and there were cuts on my hands. It was too cold.
It's itchy, even when it's warm, and it's so itchy that I can't sleep at night.
I took the medicinal powder from Zhao Yanqing's hand and sprinkled it little by little on the wound. A sharp sting spread on the surface of the skin, and the pain made me want to shed tears.
At that time, the boy's voice came from outside the door, "Sir, Dr. Zhu is here."
Zhao Yanqing glanced at me, frowned and said, "Don't apply it yet, let Dr. Zhu take a look later."
After saying this, he ordered the boy again, "Go and ask Divine Doctor Zhu to come in."
"Yes." The boy nodded, bowed and left.
After a while, he led an old man with a white beard into the door.
The old man with a white beard sent the boy out and asked Zhao Yanqing to roll up my trouser legs and examine them carefully.
Because I have been lame for so long, my right leg has become somewhat deformed.
Although I no longer have feelings for Zhao Yanqing, I was still a little embarrassed when that ugly and disabled leg fell naked into his eyes.
Maybe he was disgusted by my unbearable right leg. After the consultation, Zhao Yanqing's face also darkened.
He looked at me deeply and quickly followed Dr. Zhu out of the room.
After a while, he came back again, sat down by the bed with a calm expression, looked at me with red eyes, and asked me in a hoarse voice for a long time, "Mingzhen, why are there so many scars on your legs..."
Why?
Of course I can't live any longer.
Naturally, I will not tell Zhao Yanqing this.
I glanced at him indifferently and said nonchalantly, "It's nothing. My legs and feet are not convenient, so I will bump a lot."
"Bump? I just asked Divine Doctor Zhu, and he said it was caused by a knife cut."
"Also, what is this?" Zhao Yanqing interrupted me. The more he spoke, the more excited he became. He suddenly lifted up my sleeve. The next moment, my arm covered with wounds was also exposed to the air.