A chill spread around the body, spreading around the bed bit by bit.
Pei Yanzhou was not someone who would wrong him. He stretched out his hand to avoid Song Jinyin's wounds and hugged her to face him.
Seeing her pretending to be asleep without opening her eyes, he didn't expose her, but just like a friend who was out of anger, stubbornly trapping her.
The smell of blood came to the tip of his nose again, gradually overpowering the fragrance of the plaster on his body.
Song Jinyin's eyebrows twisted and unclenched slightly, but she just didn't want to open her eyes again.
It would be fine if she got some sleep, but now, she didn't want to look at him.
She was afraid that when she saw him, the grievances in her heart would break her apparent obedience and meekness, and turn her determined forbearance into questioning.
Asking him why he was suddenly so gentle to her and yet so cautiously caring about others.
In the stalemate, neither of them spoke, but Song Jinyin closed her eyes for a long time and fell asleep leaning against him.
She took a long breath, and her face turned red from the heat on his body.
When Pei Yanzhou saw this, his eyes, which were still dark and turbulent, calmed down a little bit.
Until dawn.
Song Jinyin felt like she was lying on a fire.
In the haze, the person next to him seemed to get up, casually put on his coat and went outside.
Someone was talking to him in a lowered voice, intermittently, but it made Song Jinyin slowly wake up.
If she wasn't on duty, she would rarely wake up so early.
He pushed himself up and moved, trying to get up from the bed.
The skirt of her clothes slipped down some of her arms, revealing some reddish marks on it. Before Song Jinyin had time to take a closer look, she heard someone outside mention Aunt Fang's name.
"The people in the dungeon couldn't bear it and committed suicide. My subordinates have asked people to dispose of the bodies. There is also this letter that I just intercepted. It was sent by Aunt Fang. It didn't mention her own affairs, but just made insinuations. I asked about that person’s return date.”
"She concealed the fact that she ruined her appearance?"
"My subordinates are looking at it. It is true that the news has not spread yet, but the poison is very strong. If it continues like this and the fester spreads, no matter how hard Aunt Fang tries to hide it, she will not be able to contain the fire."
Pei Yanzhou responded softly, maybe he had just woken up, and his voice was still a little lazy.
"She wants to find the King of Hell herself, and she can't blame others. But if she can be ruthless, maybe she can get something from her before she dies... Keep staring at that place, there is no need to use the poison harshly, wait a moment ."
"Yes, Master, what about this letter?"
"Send it out for her."
When he turned around and entered the room, he happened to see Song Jinyin struggling to hold herself up by the screen.
Even through the swaying bead curtain, Pei Yanzhou could still see her helpless eyes and the paleness on her face due to this incident.
As if shocked.
He did not avoid her gaze, but looked at her and curled his lips.
He was not a good person to begin with.
When he stepped forward to help him, Pei Yanzhou turned to look back at the guard who was about to leave the room. His casual tone was mixed with a hint of warning: "Report the matter later and watch carefully before coming in."
The guard was stunned for a moment, until he saw a thin and frail figure in his peripheral vision, he lowered his head in panic, apologized and left.
Several candles in the house were almost burning out.
It was dark outside, and the wind was howling as the shadows of the trees swayed.
Song Jinyin felt a little cold, recalling Pei Yanzhou's cool tone just now, and suddenly felt at a loss.
A woman's appearance was a big deal, especially if her aunt who was waiting in the backyard was ruined like this, then her life would probably be over.
"Fear?"
Pei Yanzhou carried her back to the bed, opened her shirt, and prepared to take a look at her wounds.
Song Jinyin's movement to raise her hand to stop him was a little slower, and her back was instantly filled with chills, which made her shiver in shock, and made her whole body sober.
She was not familiar with Aunt Fang, so it was really irrational to pity her and be dissatisfied with Pei Yanzhou because of it.
What's more, it's probably not a coincidence that Aunt Fang's disfigurement happened at this time.
Song Jinyin raised her hand and touched her face, remembering the rough lady that day and the secret look she gave Aunt Fang when she met her.
Maybe this has something to do with her.
Just as she was thinking about it, Pei Yanzhou found the medicine somewhere and applied it on her little by little.
The cold touch made her shiver, but the man behind her never stopped moving or warned her before taking action.
"Why don't you say anything? But this little thing can still make you so scared?"
"No slave."
Song Jinyin shook her head and clutched the mattress underneath with both hands, fearing that the coolness would suddenly appear on her back again.
"This slave just didn't react for a moment."
The vision is white.
Listening to the softness of the voice that had not yet awakened, the fingertips that applied the medicine were gradually replaced by rough fingertips, sliding across her back bit by bit.
The man's movements gradually slowed down, but after seeing her pale face, he lowered her clothes again.
He took the mattress next to him and covered her with it, and Pei Yanzhou lay down as well.
"She deserves to die. Letting her live a little longer is considered mercy. Otherwise, do you think you can still hear news about her?"
"Then...Aunt Fang was the one who instigated my mother-in-law to harm me that day?"
"Um."
Pei Yanzhou nodded, then reached out to pinch her earlobe with a lazy expression, "So are you still afraid? If you were scratched that day, she wouldn't worry about you."
Song Jinyin pursed her lips looking at his expression, knowing that he was waiting for her to say thank you, but her heart was still blocked, so she pretended not to understand and only asked what she wanted to ask.
"But this slave has no relationship with her. We rarely see each other once every day. Why would she want to harm this slave?"
"Why..."
Speaking of this matter, Pei Yanzhou didn't know what he thought of, his eyes flashed with darkness, and he pinched her earlobe harder to avoid her questioning.
"No matter what her reason is, from now on you must stay in front of me and you are not allowed to wander around."
"But the prince is not in the house all day."
"Then do your own thing in the courtyard. Inside and outside the house, the only one you can rely on is me."
That familiar possessiveness lurked in Pei Yanzhou's deep eyes again.
Little by little, she is getting along with the gloom, like dark clouds pressing over the city. If she doesn't nod, it will look like a storm is about to come.
Perhaps she was shocked by him, Song Jinyin looked at him, her dark eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and then dispersed with the blink of an eye.
The purse was still on the ground, but he showed his usual domineering look towards her.
If she hadn't been familiar with him, she might have thought that there was some unspeakable affection hidden in such domineering behavior.
"What were you doing when you got out of bed just now?"
Not looking at her pitiful look, Pei Yanzhou turned around, but as soon as he finished speaking, he saw the little girl in front of him pointing at the end of the wooden frame, her thick long eyelashes lowered lightly, and her tone was calm and calm.
"I want to drink some water. I'll pick up your prince's purse by the way."
Only then did Pei Yanzhou stop pinching her earlobes and stood up from the bed.
He hung the things on the ground back to the wooden rack. The cute and smart purse was incompatible with his coat.
Song Jinyin only felt it was dazzling, so she looked away, forced down the purse, closed her eyes and meditated.
She didn't believe that Pei Yanzhou attacked Fang's aunt simply because of her.
According to Pei Yanzhou's temperament, if Aunt Fang had no other use, she must have closed her eyes like those other women at this moment. How could she go around in such a big circle and end up in a situation that ruined her appearance.
Song Jinyin had a headache when she was thinking about it, when a shadow pressed next to her, interrupting her thoughts.
"Drink water."
However, as soon as he poured a glass of water, the corners of the man's lips turned into a smile. It was not as casual as before, but seemed to be filled with joy.
Song Jinyin took the tea cup and said goodbye.
I didn't expect him to be so happy when he saw that purse.
Obviously before, he had a cold expression on his face, saying that love and love were nothing but the most useless things, but now this change is surprising.
"Sleep a little longer."
The man put the tea cup back and turned off the remaining lights.
"I've been injured and unable to leave the house these days, so I have to recuperate with you."
"The palace banquet?"
Song Jinyin subconsciously raised her head and asked, her eyes met his, and his deep eyebrows could be vaguely seen in the dim light.
"We'll see then."
The corners of Pei Yanzhou's lips curled up, casually and meaninglessly.
Song Jinyin understood instantly.
It's just a show for others to see. The person who wants to make the decision already knows in his mind. Whether he goes or not will not make much difference except for the uninformed others to talk about it.
It's just that he seemed to have promised the Xu family that he would personally take the person into the palace that day.
Song Jinyin didn't speak again and closed her eyes quietly.
