When Song Jinyin woke up, she had returned to the house she was familiar with. Her clothes had been changed. Even her long hair was not muddy. It was black and translucent, with a light fragrance.
She rubbed her forehead and vaguely smelled the familiar fragrance of cold bamboo when she raised her hand.
When she was distracted, her feet landed on the ground, and pain came from the front of her calves, which completely restored her clarity.
Song Jinyin lowered her head and saw that she had been dragged on the ground for a while by the man in black yesterday, and her legs were covered with scratches.
Memories came flooding back, and the bloody color came to mind. She retreated back to the bed and closed her eyes to suppress the fear in her heart.
After a long time, there was a knock on the door, and Xueyu came over with breakfast.
"Sister Jinyin, are you feeling better?"
When she saw Song Jinyin, Xueyu was stunned for a moment, and then her eyes filled with heartache.
The woman nestled on the bed looked thinner and thinner under the loose middle coat. Her originally clear and moist eyes were full of fear, and when she looked over, she looked at him with a helplessness that she had not seen for a long time.
Xueyu looked at her pale face, put down what she was holding, and raised her hand to wipe her moist eyes, "Sister, I'm here to stay with you. If you feel any pain, just tell me and I'll apply medicine for your sister."
Song Jinyin came back to her senses little by little.
She looked at the red-eyed Xueyu, forced back her tears, and smiled.
"It doesn't hurt. After I went to the medical clinic yesterday, I no longer feel any pain."
The voice was a little hoarse.
Listening to this gentle comfort, Xueyu's eyes turned red again.
In the past, there were always people gossiping behind his back, saying that Sister Jin Yin would not survive for more than a few years in the Crown Prince's courtyard, but she survived and was always the only person around the Crown Prince who could serve him closely.
Those people gradually became more restrained, and even she was secretly happy for Sister Jin Yin.
But after looking at her for a long time, she suddenly discovered that her sister, who used to love to smile, had changed her appearance unconsciously in her memory.
From bright to dark.
The delicate flower in spring has been defeated for a long time and there is no trace. Only a bloodless face and a pair of cold eyes cover up the fragility bit by bit and prop up the tenacity.
Xueyu felt sad when she thought of this.
"Then I'll feed my sister some medicine."
Xueyu sniffed and wiped her eyes again.
Sister Jinyin was afraid that she would cry, so she held back her tears. She was afraid that she would worry about other things and miss other things, so she would be more careful in everything in the future.
Being a slave is not just a girl at home, so you can't do whatever you want. She knows her sister's good intentions.
"I took leave from Butler Wang these days. My sister has difficulty moving, so I stayed to take care of her."
"Ask for leave?"
Song Jinyin coughed slightly, and all the emotions in her eyes were suppressed, and she turned back to the mature, steady, invulnerable maid.
She looked at her disapprovingly: "Don't underestimate your work in the Prince's outer courtyard. No matter what, it is a place that others hope to get involved in."
"I know......"
"If you know, you should be more attentive. Just come and see me occasionally when you have free time on weekdays. Don't be off duty for a few days at a time. Don't forget that your family outside is relying on your money."
Song Jinyin was a little anxious and spoke a lot in one breath. She had no choice but to stop until she felt some pulling pain in her neck.
He reached out and touched it, but only touched a layer of cloth.
It was Xueyu who screamed in surprise that she realized that the wound originally opened by the man in black's dagger was bleeding again.
Song Jinyin didn't want to see anyone related to Pei Yanzhou now. Seeing that Xueyu was making a lot of noise, she quickly reached out and pulled her out.
"Don't be afraid, the wound is not deep at all."
"I'm going to call the doctor, sister. Butler Wang said that if sister feels any discomfort..."
"No need."
Song Jinyin's voice turned cold.
No matter how many times the doctor came, her wounds could only heal slowly.
"Speaking of it, I am just a slave. If I make too much noise, I will lose my sense of proportion and become the subject of criticism."
"elder sister......"
When Xueyu went to heat hot water for her, Song Jinyin stood up slowly.
After yesterday's bout of dizziness, she always felt it was a bit difficult to walk. Recalling what the owner of the medical clinic said yesterday, she thought she needed to walk more to recover faster.
After walking around the hut, Song Jinyin took a breath while holding on to the table.
His eyes fell on the sewing basket on the table. The white coat inside was extremely dazzling.
Song Jinyin was stunned, remembering that she was making the man's coat the day before yesterday.
Because the injury on her hand was not completely healed, she worked extra hard on every stitch and thread, so it was several times more difficult than before.
But in the blink of an eye, she became the man's cover for leaving the city, was forgotten, abandoned, and almost lost her life.
Song Jinyin reached out and took out her middle coat.
There are many embroiderers in the house, so Pei Yanzhou doesn't necessarily need her to do his things. It's just that Pei Yanzhou punished her at first and asked her to dress him from the inside out, including the boots on her feet.
It's not over since it started.
However, the outer robe and boots were still troublesome, so she gradually only made middle coats and footwear, and made a pair of brocade boots for him every year.
"Why did sister Jinyin get up?"
Xueyu came back from outside and saw her standing in the house. He quickly put the hot water in his hand to help her.
"The doctor said it's time to take a walk."
Song Jinyin looked at her and smiled, then handed over the middle coat in her hand: "Can Xueyu help me fold it and put it in the wooden cabinet?"
"Hey, sister, aren't you ready? This middle coat looks like it's almost ready."
"No more."
Song Jinyin spoke very slowly, word by word, and she didn't know whether she was talking to Xue Yu or herself.
“I won’t do any of these things from now on.”
She is just a slave, warm and easy to serve, she only does what she is supposed to do.
Everything else has nothing to do with her.
...
Pei Yanzhou still had a tired look on his face when he returned home.
He took the letter and went to the study. As soon as he stepped into the room, he suddenly paused.
"How is she?"
"Hui Shizi, Miss Jinyin is awake."
"What did the doctor say?"
Butler Wang hesitated and didn't answer for a while.
Pei Yanzhou felt cold for a moment, and looked over with a sharp look: "Say."
"Miss Jinyin... didn't call the doctor."
Butler Wang was a little uneasy and swallowed, his eyebrows furrowed with helplessness.
"Miss Jin Yin said that she was just a slave, and she always asked a doctor because she had no status. She also said that the doctor at the hospital yesterday was very good, and he cured everything that could be cured for her. There was no need for others to make extra trips... ....”
If it can be cured, then cure it, is what he said yesterday.
The aura around Pei Yanzhou became colder and colder, and he turned around and left the study.
But he saw her fragile appearance with his own eyes before leaving in the morning. At this moment, when he opened the door and looked at her frail body, Pei Yanzhou's heart still shrank severely.
"Your Majesty."
Song Jinyin couldn't help but frown when she saw that figure appearing.
She didn't want to see him now, so she didn't want to call the doctor, didn't want to get better so quickly, and didn't want to step out of the room.
It wasn't until Pei Yanzhou stood in front of her that Song Jinyin sighed and leaned towards the visitor.
Her whole body still hurt, especially when he grabbed her arm to stop her from saluting. The force made her cry out softly.
"Why don't you call the doctor?"
Pei Yanzhou hesitated when he retracted his hand, fearing that she would fall and hurt her again.
"It's not like there's a magic bullet that can cure you immediately."
Song Jinyin raised her eyes to meet his gaze. Compared with the violence accumulated in his eyes at this moment, Song Jinyin was actually calm.
"Wang Kangjiu!"
Pei Yanzhou didn't look back, he just stared at her and called Butler Wang outside the house: "Where is the doctor you asked to call?"
There was anger in his voice, making the people outside visibly panicked.
"Why should the prince be angry?"
Song Jinyin interrupted him and took two steps back while speaking: "This slave is already awake, why bother? If the prince is really angry, just pretend that this slave was not rescued."
"Song Jinyin!"
Pei Yanzhou's breath was suffocated, and he felt that her current appearance was even more dazzling than her previous stubbornness.
In his peripheral vision was the sewing basket on the table, something he would see every time he came over.
But today, there seems to be something different there.
Pei Yanzhou looked over, and then glanced around the room.
Not daring to admit the inexplicable panic in his heart, he clenched his hands into fists in his sleeves, his finger bones turned white, veins bulged, and his eyes suddenly turned cold.
He asked, "Where is the middle coat?"
