What about the middle coat?
After the voice fell, Song Jinyin was stunned for a moment.
She felt that sometimes she couldn't understand Pei Yanzhou.
In fact, Pei Yanzhou rarely looked at those middle coats and belts, and he might not even know that those things were made by her from the moment they were put on to the time they were discarded.
But now he actually asked, and looked like he cared very much.
Song Jinyin came back to her senses and looked sideways at the mostly empty basket, her eyes gradually calming down.
Pei Yanzhou was probably so angry that he couldn't find anything wrong with her, so he chose such a thing at random.
"My servant has put it away."
Song Jinyin smiled, stiffly but politely: "It's just an object for recent practice. It's no longer needed, so I put it back so as not to delay other things."
"Can't use it?"
"Yes, all the embroiderers in the mansion are very skilled at their craftsmanship. If I can't join in the fun, it would be safer to focus on my errands."
"Who told you to put it away?"
Song Jinyin was a little puzzled, and her pale lips moved again: "This is not my errand. In the past, I was ignorant and wanted to help with everything. But I won't do it anymore."
"Didn't the Crown Prince also sneer at me and say that my slave's craftsmanship is not worthy of recognition?"
The gentle voice sparked a fire.
Pei Yanzhou pursed her thin lips tightly, and there were flames in her eyes, but after a moment, she fell silent again. He looked at her, as if he had something to say, but in the end he couldn't say anything.
After a long time, Song Jinyin's patience was exhausted by the silent man in front of her.
She stood for a long time. Although her weakness yesterday had improved, she was still not completely healed and still needed to rest.
"Your Majesty, please come back. The smell of medicine here is a bit strong, Your Majesty. Please don't stay too long, lest you get sick."
"Song Jinyin."
Pei Yanzhou didn't want to see her looking so unconcerned. Every word seemed to turn into a boulder bit by bit and press down on his heart. It not only brought a suffocating heaviness, but also left tiny pieces of pain.
He thought for a moment, and when he spoke again, his voice was hoarse, with a hint of tenderness that he couldn't explain: "What do you want from your illness this time?"
Song Jinyin's fingertips hidden in her sleeves moved. When she lowered her eyes, her trembling long eyelashes tried their best to suppress the sudden sourness in her heart.
The canary in the cage, she should be rich and prosperous, she should take advantage of her weakness to please him, and she should use Pei Yanzhou's rare soft-heartedness to exchange a promise to leave her a way out the next time he recalls the past.
But Song Jinyin couldn't say any of this.
There was a bright sun outside the house, gently shining in through the windows, so clear that you could still see the traces of light and shadow inside.
She thought for a while, and finally her eyes fell on the dazzling jade pendant around Pei Yanzhou's waist, and she spoke slowly.
"Yesterday, there were two groups of people in black. I am of low status. I dare not ask the Crown Prince to seek justice for me. I just walked in front of the King of Hell's Palace. I want to know who was the group who wanted to kidnap me in the first place. Man, whose orders are you following?”
The room fell silent.
Pei Yanzhou's expression became colder and his eyes gradually returned to clarity. After a while, he spoke coldly.
"You don't need to know that."
"Is it not necessary or the prince doesn't want to say it?"
Song Jinyin's eyes became sharper, and her tone also contained a hint of sarcasm: "I don't need to know whether the elder girl's glass of wine contained any loose bones, because she is a girl from the Duke's mansion, and those people in black are I don’t need to know who is behind this, because the prince wants to suppress this matter."
"In this case, why should the prince pretend to be kind in front of the slaves? The lives of the slaves have always been in the hands of the prince. Whether they die or not, they all listen to the prince's words, don't they?"
Song Jinyin didn't want to mention these things anymore.
Not to mention she was just a maid, even if a girl with status suffered this crime, Pei Yanzhou could still suppress her if he wanted to.
But she just couldn't see how soft-hearted this man seemed to be in front of her.
Do you feel sorry for her?
But what's the point of feeling heartbroken like this on a whim?
"Your Majesty, I can't tell you, and I have nothing else I want. Please come back, Your Majesty."
"Song Jinyin, even if I tell you which family wants your life, what can you do?"
The cold question was like a knife, piercing Song Jinyin's heart accurately and swiftly.
Pei Yanzhou's words were not wrong.
It didn't help that she knew who it was.
However, to her, all this was an unforeseen disaster.
"I can't do anything, but whether I want to know or not are two different things. However, I understand the prince's attitude."
Song Jinyin looked into those deep eyes, gradually calmed down, and smiled to herself.
In fact, it was a bit ridiculous that she wanted to get an explanation from just a few families.
No longer looking at the person in the room, Song Jinyin turned around and prepared to return to the bed.
The pain was severe after standing for a long time, and the bones in her body seemed to have been broken and reconnected, but she still had to get up and move around because of the loose tendons.
While moving slowly, a figure approached from behind, seeming to pick the person up. Song Jinyin ducked sideways, her brows furrowed under the tug, and she let out a muffled groan.
Pei Yanzhou immediately stopped his hand and stood still.
The confusion on his face disappeared in an instant, and then there were cold brows and eyes that showed no emotion or anger.
But he was shocked for a moment.
He didn't dare to think about how serious it would be for Song Jinyin to have such a temper that she could not help but feel pain just by touching him.
The distance between the two was very close, but even so, it still made Pei Yanzhou feel that she was getting further and further away.
He thought of the scene where he insisted on hugging her back last night, and of her frowning eyebrows in her dream. If it weren't for the effect of the medicine, she would have cried.
There is some dryness in the throat.
But Pei Yanzhou never allowed himself to be controlled out of control.
He frowned and suppressed his confusion.
It wasn't until there was a knock on the door outside that the people in the house came back to their senses.
"The doctor will come here once a day. Do as the doctor says. When you feel better, you will come back to wait on you."
Song Jinyin frowned. It was troublesome for her to have the doctor come over every day.
Just as she was about to speak, the man seemed to have read her thoughts, and there was a coldness in his deep eyes that could not be rejected: "If you refuse, doctor, the little maid you take care of everywhere will no longer have to stay in the Duke's Mansion."
After hearing this, Song Jinyin finally had a little anger in her eyes.
Being kicked out by the Duke's Mansion means that no other mansion will take her in, and she may not even be able to find a job. Xueyu also has a seriously ill brother in her family, so she must not lose her monthly income.
"Xueyu has nothing to do with this matter, why would the prince threaten her?"
"As long as it's useful."
Pei Yanzhou turned around and stopped looking at her: "Don't think that you can avoid being served by dragging on your injuries. Be more honest. I don't have that good patience."
...
The people outside waited for the prince to leave for a long time before they dared to step into the house.
The doctor who came this time looked a little unfamiliar. The large and small medicine boxes placed on the table seemed to be full of items from half the medical clinic.
Song Jinyin looked at the visitor, but before she could speak, Butler Wang took two steps forward.
"This is the doctor from the medical clinic yesterday. The prince was afraid that the doctor next to him would take over. He didn't know the girl's condition and didn't take enough medicine, so he still invited the doctor yesterday."
"The person who saw the doctor yesterday..."
Song Jinyin thought for a while and blinked in confusion.
The person who treated her yesterday was not the owner of the medical clinic who dressed more gorgeously than a lady from aristocratic family?
Perhaps she noticed Song Jinyin's doubts. After the doctor handed the prescription to Butler Wang, he explained a few words to her softly while no one was paying attention.
"Don't worry, girl. I brought the prescription prescribed by our boss. It's just a routine pulse diagnosis, so I won't delay anything."
"But didn't your boss say that he was the one who treated me yesterday?"
"It is indeed our boss."
The visitor put a clean handkerchief on Song Jinyin's wrist, "It's just that our boss doesn't want to come. He said that the feng shui in the Duke's mansion is not good. If his white fox cloak is stained with something dirty, it will be difficult to take care of it."
Song Jinyin was a little speechless, but after a while, she nodded in agreement.
She didn't know whether the feng shui of the Duke's Mansion was good or not, but there were indeed some unclean things.
