The pale arm was covered with marks from blunt instruments, with new injuries stacked on top of old ones, which was shocking and terrifying.
These are all things I left behind two years ago.
But if Zhao Yanqing had looked at me even more at that time, he wouldn't have noticed it today.
Looking at Zhao Yanqing's red eyes, I couldn't help laughing and mocked him, "Yes, I made these wounds myself, but what does it have to do with you, Your Highness?"
"It's just a show. There's no one else here, so you don't have to be pretentious."
I retracted my hand heavily, took out a handkerchief and wiped the places touched by Zhao Yanqing, without concealing my disgust towards him.
Zhao Yanqing glanced at the red wrist that I rubbed, and his eyebrows gradually became gloomy. He suddenly laughed bitterly and said with red eyes, "Mingzhen, do you hate me so much?"
"It's not disgusting, it's disgusting." I corrected in a cold voice. Without waiting for Zhao Yanqing to speak, I pointed to the door again and said impatiently, "Does His Highness Wang Rong have anything else? If not, please invite me."
After saying that, I turned sideways and lay down with my back to him.
I feel disgusted with him, so disgusting that even looking at him makes my eyes dirty.
Zhao Yanqing has always been keen, but he has also always been good at pretending.
Seeing my indifference, he didn't get angry, nor did he continue to ask about my arm. Instead, he quickly returned to his usual gentleness, as if the person who just pinched my wrist and questioned him was not him.
He slowly leaned down and whispered against my ear, "Okay, I'll just go out. Don't be angry."
"Doctor Zhu said that your leg injury was caused by poisoning, and anger can easily spread."
"Get up after a short rest and have lunch. After lunch, Doctor Zhu will come again to perform acupuncture on you."
Zhao Yanqing's voice was gentle and affectionate, with warm breath rushing into my ears one after another. It was pleading and hiding humility, as if she was really afraid that I would be angry.
If I hadn't seen him at his most cold-blooded and vicious side, I would have almost thought he still loved me.
I didn't answer, I just closed my eyes and sneered, which was a response to his "affection".
Zhao Yanqing saw that I ignored him and stopped talking. He gently rubbed my hair, then stood up and left the room.
I don’t know how long it had passed, but the rich aroma of vegetables wafted from the hall. A maid slowly entered the door and called me with a smile, “Madam, it’s time for lunch.”
With that said, she came up to help me wash and change clothes.
What I changed into was my old clothes brought by Zhao Yanqing from Prince Congrong's palace. They were luxurious, delicate, warm, but complicated. Fortunately, with the help of my maid, I was able to put them on quickly.
When I arrived at the main hall, Zhao Yanqing was already sitting at the table.
The food on the table is extremely rich, comparable to the regulations in the palace.
It seemed that he really loved Zhou Huaichun and the illegitimate son.
I was sarcastic in my heart and leaned over to sit in the seat furthest away from him.
Zhao Yanqing was just playing tricks on me, so he didn't say anything. He just put a piece of fish into my bowl and said softly, "Your favorite sweet and sour fish, I specially brought the chef from the palace here.
The fish is also freshly killed, try it."
Yes, freshly killed seabass and sweet and sour fish made by Chef Jiang were my favorite dishes in the past.
But now, I don't like it so much, especially because it was Zhao Yanqing.
"I know how to do it myself, so I won't let His Highness do it." I said calmly, put the piece of fish back into his bowl, and then immersed myself in grinding the rice.
He didn't say another word to Zhao Yanqing, let alone eat a piece of sweet and sour fish.
During this period, Zhao Yanqing had nothing to say and talked to me for a few words. I either said yes or oh. In the end, he probably felt bored and stopped talking.
The whole meal was depressing and embarrassing.
After lunch, the maid brought tea to rinse your mouth.
Later, the boy next to Zhao Yanqing came to send a message again, saying that Zhou Huaichun had come with the account book.
"Let her in."
Zhao Yanqing stood up from the table, sat on the main seat in the hall, picked up the newly brewed Longjing tea and sipped it gently, and called me softly, "Mingzhen, come here and sit next to me."
This time, Zhao Yanqing's tone was still gentle, but his eyes revealed a command.
I was extremely reluctant to get close to Zhao Yanqing, but I also didn’t want to argue with him any more, so I simply got up and walked over, leaned over and sat next to him.
As soon as I sat down, Zhao Yanqing put his arms around my waist. I shuddered, raised my eyes and glared at him, "Don't touch me!"
"You and I are a loving couple, why can't we touch each other?" Zhao Yanqing raised her lips and reminded me softly.
He leaned into my ear with a smile, and his tone was gentle and coercive, "Mingzhen, since you agreed to accompany me in the show, you must cooperate well. I can indulge you when no one is around, but when there are outsiders, I hope you can also do it."
I have some decency."
outsider?
Is the woman who gave birth to his child an outsider?
I laughed lightly and didn't answer.
At that time, Zhou Huaichun had already entered the door holding a thick stack of account books.
She moved her steps slightly, walked slowly to the center of the hall, and placed the account book on the coffee table in front of Zhao Yanqing with red eyes.
Then he looked at me again, with unwillingness and tears in his eyes. He glanced at Zhao Yanqing beside me and said to me with a tearful voice, "Madam, I just received a letter from my family, saying that something happened. I'm afraid...
There is no way to continue taking care of Master Ping."