----The scolding in a cold voice was obvious, but every word contained his hidden concern---
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The jade cane in the old lady's hand was about to move, neither did she refuse, nor did she agree. The old lady's face was livid with anger. Before leaving the mansion, Che'er repeatedly told her to coax Yan'er back to the mansion, otherwise she would be moved to Prince Su's mansion to take care of her.
It was unbecoming for a dignified general to settle in the palace, so she agreed to try his best to persuade him.
But now that he is being tormented by this stinky girl, everything is in chaos. Moreover, judging from Su Shajue's tone just now, the old lady feels that Che'er's concerns are not completely unfounded. What married man would be willing to see this?
Lying on top of another man's bed with his wife?
"Grandma, you promise to take good care of my sister-in-law. Don't worry. Anyway, Luxiu is not with her, so she has to take care of her every month, right?" Wanyan Yixi was afraid that her old man would say no again.
Wouldn’t this be a waste of all previous efforts?
Jun Ziyan saw that the old lady looked unhappy. It seemed that what the old lady had just said was to persuade her to go back home to recuperate. If this was the case immediately, she would give her a strong dose of medicine.
Holding his chest and frowning, he said: "Taijun, if it's inconvenient for Xi'er to stay, forget it. Yan'er can do it. Taijun, don't worry, you're defenseless, hiss -"
The body deliberately moved with force, Jun Ziyan was immediately so painful that he broke out in cold sweat, and the way he gritted his teeth to endure the pain made people feel very distressed.
Su Shajue on the side suddenly stepped forward, held her shoulders, and reprimanded: "Can't you hide and stay still? If the wound breaks, you will suffer again."
Seeing that Su Shajue seemed angry, Jun Ziyan grinned, but was frightened by Su Shajue's lecturing expression. He cooperated: "I was careless just now, I must pay attention next time."
The man frowned, noticing the bleeding threads on her wound, and immediately said helplessly to the person behind him: "Taijun, Ziyan's wound has cracked again, and I have to help her change her dressing. At this time, she
Her injuries should not be moved, please forgive me, and Prince Su’s Palace is more suitable for her to recuperate than the General’s Palace. I promise that she will be unscathed in half a month, General Wanyan, please rest assured.”
The anger in his cold and powerful voice was obvious, making the people around him suddenly startled when they heard the words.
Seeing this, the old lady looked embarrassed. She turned around from the shock and worry and said: "Your Majesty, you are worrying too much. In that case, you can take care of Yan'er here for the time being. Later, I will ask Xing'er to give you some."
Come here with a change of clothes."
As soon as these words came out, Wanyan Yixi almost clapped her hands excitedly, nodded obediently, and said: "Don't worry, Grandma, Xi'er will take good care of you, no, Ziyan."
"Yan'er, what do you want to eat? Grandma asked Uncle Liu to bring it to you. Do you want to bring your favorite 'almond cake'?" The kindness in the old lady's eyes did not diminish.
Just as Junziyan was fussing about the Sutra, he felt a burst of pain in his chest. He smiled bitterly and said, "Then I'll thank you Taijun first.
Seeing that her face was getting worse, the old lady felt it was inconvenient to stay. She signaled her granddaughter to take good care of her, then thanked Su Sha, and then took a carriage with Manager Liu to return home.
However, what the old lady said when she turned back made Jun Ziyan almost want to vomit blood, because the person who the old lady ordered to deliver the 'almond cake' turned out to be entrusted to Wanyan Che, the one who deserved to receive a thousand cuts.
Bastard man.
As soon as everyone left, Jun Ziyan and Su Shajue had a chance to breathe. Wanyan Yixi's chattering was unbearable, and the old lady's greetings made her even more overwhelmed. It was better to stay quiet and recuperate.
Kingly way.
From now on, Su Shajue had been observing the changes in Jun Ziyan's face. After everyone left, Tan's eyes flashed with worry, and he scolded: "Why did you deliberately pull the wound just now? Even if you don't want to go back to the general's mansion, you shouldn't take it."
Are you kidding about your injury?"
The rebuke in his cold voice was obvious, but every word contained his hidden concern.