"Does it hurt here?" Tang Zhuyun asked, still concerned, as she examined Prince of Jin again, tapping his calf.
This time, she looked up at the Prince of Prince of Jin's face, fearing that he would suppress his pain and remain silent.
"It doesn't hurt, it's nothing."
As long as you stay away from me, I'll be fine.
The Prince of Jin blushed slightly, and as he spoke, he bent down to pull up his trousers.
He was now sitting on the edge of the bed, his robe tied around his waist, and his trousers had been taken off by Tang Zhuyun.
Tang Zhuyun was squatting on the ground...
The Prince of Jin felt that he was no longer pure.
There are still people outside; he can't act recklessly.
Why isn't it dark outside?
However, Tang Zhuyun misunderstood, thinking that he was blushing because he was in pain.
--It's really not her fault; she just couldn't believe that some people would let their lust get the better of them in broad daylight.
"If it hurts, just say so!" she couldn't help but yell.
Prince of Jin: "It doesn't hurt."
"It doesn't hurt anymore, I'm pushing harder!"
"Um."
Under the eaves outside the door, Nanxing pulled Pei Shen a little further outside.
Pei Shen: "Do they like this?"
Nanxing: "Shut up."
If you like it, so do I.
"Roll!"
Xiu'er cleared her throat. "My hearing is still pretty good."
So everyone quickly picked up their faces from the ground.
Nanxing asked her, "Aren't you leaving yet?"
Xiu'er muttered, "Wait, let's see if the Prince is alright."
The prince's injury was in an awkward spot, as it concerned the empress's future happiness.
Even Xiu'er cares about the prince.
Pei Shen felt a pang of sadness.
Since he arrived, Nanxing hasn't asked him if he was injured!
Without comparison, there is no hurt; Pei Shen felt hurt.
He looked at Mo Ting was standing at the entrance of the courtyard.
Mo Ting:???
Pei Shen narrowed his eyes at him, sharpening his knife with a menacing look.
Mo Ting: My lord, what's wrong? If you've been kidnapped, blink twice!
Pei Shen cursed "idiot" in his heart and raised his hand.
Mo Ting took a moment to react, "Ah, my lord, your hand is injured!"
It looks a bit red from a distance; I'm not sure if it's a scratch.
However, the Marquis gave instructions that even if one is not injured, one is still injured.
Pei Shen put his hands behind his back and scolded, "What's the big deal? It's just a minor injury."
Mo Ting breathed a sigh of relief; he hadn't guessed wrong after all.
The Marquis is the same; all he needs is for his wife to blow on him, kiss him, and hug him.
However, Nanxing believed that Prince of Jin would protect Pei Shen.
She herself had suffered countless injuries since childhood, never giving up even with minor injuries, so she didn't take Pei Shen's minor scratches seriously at all.
In fact, she had already seen it.
But does that count as an injury?
So when she heard the two of them putting on an act, she remained expressionless.
Pei Shen was very frustrated, and glared at Mo Ting with a huff.
Mo Ting scratched his head: What else do we need to do?
Pei Shen waved his hand again.
Mo Ting blinked, "My lord, you must take your hand injury seriously! That's your right hand, the one you use for writing!"
Pei Shen: "What's all the noise about? Get out of here!"
Mo Ting is having a tough time.
Nanxing belatedly realized what was happening and glanced at Pei Shen.
Pei Shen: "Nothing."
Nanxing: "Nothing's really wrong."
Pei Shen: "..."
Xiu'er had already figured it out, and only regretted not having a handful of melon seeds for her to crack open. She said coolly, "The Marquis is really something, making things difficult for a servant. Mo Ting, come here, I'll take you inside for tea."
How dare the Mo Ting make a move?
Xiu'er beckoned to him. "Poor thing, tormented by your master."
Pei Shen: "..."
Nanxing said, "Put your hands down. If Song Jingyang knows, he'll chop off your claws."
Xiu'er, hands on hips, declared, "I'm the boss in my own home! I'm not afraid of Song Jingyang here. I'm the boss in my family! Unlike you, you're so spineless!"
Inside the house, Tang Zhuyun said irritably, "How can you still have such thoughts now? You seem genuinely alright."
--Because the Prince of Jin actually raised his head.
The Prince of Jin covered her mouth, his face flushed, and whispered, "There are still people outside."
Tang Zhuyun:!
Is this a matter of whether there are people present or not?
She was examining him, and instead of worrying about his injury, he was preoccupied with thoughts of her.
The Prince of Jin said that he couldn't control this situation either!
She crouched down in front of him, rubbing against him, her breath hitting his thighs. If he didn't move, would he still be a man?
Tang Zhuyun pushed his hand away, stood up, and said, "Put on your pants!"
Still blushing? What a pretense!
When no one's around, this person acts all wild and unrestrained; now she's pretending to be Xiaobai, making her seem like a big bad wolf.
Eighth Master, who was supposed to be sleeping during the day, suddenly said, "Uncle Xiong..."
The Prince of Jin grabbed some melon seeds from the bedside table and threw them at him.
Who are you calling a bear?!
Eighth Master flapped his wings and dodged wildly, annoyed and embarrassed. "... Wind! Grandpa's might!"
Even if you tell it not to talk, it will still talk; birds have tempers too!
The sound was shrill; it could definitely be heard clearly outside.
So even after being praised, the Prince of Jin still wanted to eat braised bird meat.
Pei Shen glanced at Nanxing and smiled meaningfully.
See? Aren't they all the same thing?
He wasn't the only one who harbored indescribable thoughts.
The Prince of Jin went even further, getting a bird to cheer him on.
This quirk is truly unique and worth learning from.
Tang Zhuyun brought out Eighth Master and hung him under the eaves to cool off and reflect on his actions.
This little yellow bird, no matter how much you wash it, it will never be white.
It also lets outsiders see that they're perfectly normal and there's nothing inappropriate for children!
Xiu'er: "It's good that Your Highness is alright."
Tang Zhuyun smiled and said, "It's nothing, go back and rest. My lord, please wait a moment, let me ask the prince if there's anything else."
When she went back inside, Nanxing tugged at Xiu'er's sleeve and whispered, "How did you know the Prince was alright?"
Xiu'er said, "That's what Eighth Master."
Nanxing: "..."
Pei Shen: "Who is Eighth Master? This parrot?"
"Men shouldn't interrupt when women are talking," Xiu'er snorted.
Nanxing, you need to educate him properly!
"How can it be accurate?" Nanxing didn't believe it, nor did she defend Pei Shen.
Pei Shen felt that he should not come to the Prince's residence.
After arriving at the Prince's residence, Nanxing's already meager affection for him dwindled even further.
It was so thin he was almost suffocating.
"Really," Xiu'er said, "Eighth Master doesn't keep his mouth shut, but he always tells the truth. You know, he must have seen it before he said it."
Pei Shen tugged at Nanxing.
He has to protect his baby.
He now understood why Nanxing had become so exaggeratedly... unrestrained after just a few years.
So that's where the master was.
Inside the room, Tang Zhuyun was also talking to Prince of Jin.
"Weren't you going to discuss your wedding? Who hit Pei Shen?"
Tang Zhuyun washed her hands before remembering to ask Prince of Jin about the cause and effect.
Pei Shen invited the Prince of Jin to drink because he indeed had a favor to ask.
He wanted to seize the opportunity, while the Prince of Jin was still in the capital, to rightfully marry Nanxing.
However, Nanxing was unwilling to make a big fuss about it.
She was pessimistic about their future.
Pei Shen wanted to seek help from Tang Zhuyun, which could only be done through the Prince of Jin.
Unexpectedly, the two were involved in a traffic accident shortly after leaving the restaurant.
"It's on the Huaishang." Prince of Jin gritted his teeth and pulled up his trousers. "Don't open the door yet, let me calm down."