Song Jinyin looked along the sound.
The man in black clothes was cold and handsome. If he hadn't heard the news on the other end, and the smell of blood lingered on the tip of his nose, Song Jinyin would have regarded the person in front of him as a noble young master who didn't put everything in his eyes.
"Your Majesty."
Biyu stood up and bowed, lowered her head and walked out. As she left, she secretly looked at the person on the bed, and saw that her chaotic eyes gradually became clear, and she felt a little relieved.
This little girl is smarter than others. If she is not so stubborn, she may be able to have a better status than a concubine in the future.
But if she still refuses to lower her head, it will be difficult for her to be a good concubine even if she is a noble concubine.
Fortunately, Biyu vaguely felt that Song Jinyin was not as difficult to persuade as Butler Wang said.
After closing the door, Biyu looked outside.
There were a few people standing vaguely in the yard, following Xuan Er, but Butler Wang and Xuan Yi were never seen.
And in the house at this time.
Pei Yanzhou kept standing where he had just entered the house, neither getting closer nor planning to leave.
Song Jinyin felt something was wrong, so she moved her arms and tried to get up, breaking the tranquility of the room.
"What to do?"
The person who came finally took a few steps forward, "Didn't I tell you to sleep first?"
"My slave fell asleep, but she felt a little tired from her dream, so she woke up again."
Song Jinyin glanced at his waist where the purse was not tied, and then looked at the robe on his body. If she looked carefully, she could see the dark color at the corners of the robe that was different from the others.
"Is the prince's injury okay?"
"I thought you wouldn't ask, but it turns out you still remember."
Sensing the dissatisfaction in his words, Song Jinyin was stunned, "My servant is naturally thinking about the Crown Prince's wounds. Why did the Crown Prince say this?"
"Remember? You haven't asked a question for a whole day since you were awake. Your worries are cheap."
Pei Yanzhou stretched out her hand to untie the skirt of her clothes, but then she remembered that there was no robe for him in the room at the moment, and even the newly made middle coat had been thrown aside by her, which made her feel a little inexplicable.
"Run out of my room, and then what? What can you do if you are bullied? Or do you think Shen Yuhe can let you live if he comes to check your pulse?"
His eyes fell on the red mark that had not spread on Song Jinyin's chin, and there was a slight sarcasm and impatience in his tone. Song Jinyin's head "buzzed", sliding across the face of the young man pinching her chin.
It was probably because I hadn't heard such a tone from him for a long time, and my eyes were still a little sore for a while.
Song Jinyin closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened them again, it was completely quiet inside.
"What does this matter have to do with Doctor Shen? The prince is not feeling well today. Do you think the slave should be waiting on you with your still recovering body, or should everyone who comes in to serve the prince see the slave lying on the prince's bed? "
Pei Yanzhou was stopped by her question, and her soft tone made people forget that this was a sarcastic reply.
Maybe even Song Jinyin didn't feel that she was questioning Pei Yanzhou, she just found it a little funny.
There was a brief silence in the room, Pei Yanzhou's thin lips pressed into a tight line, and his eyes moved away from her face.
He was in a daze now, wondering why he cared so much about those trivial things.
Even starting from the middle coat she abandoned, Pei Yanzhou found that the feeling of powerlessness that seemed to be out of control became more and more obvious, mixed with the confusion, making him more and more uneasy.
Finally he turned around and walked out of the house.
However, before Song Jinyin had been lying down for long, the sound of Biyu talking to someone could be heard outside. Then the door was opened and Biyu came in with something.
"Sister Biyu, what is this?"
"I think the prince's robes are put in the girl's room for later use, so the girl doesn't need to worry about it."
"..."
Song Jinyin raised her eyes and looked around her small room.
If she didn't have so few things, Pei Yanzhou's belongings wouldn't be able to be put away at all.
But under the eaves, Song Jinyin would never utter even a word of complaints that shouldn't be uttered.
...
When Pei Yanzhou came over after taking a bath, the person on the bed had already fallen into a deep sleep.
He took off his shirt and lay next to her. Listening to her steady breathing, the restlessness in his heart slowly calmed down.
He turned sideways, not paying any attention to the injury on his arm, and just stared at the person whose face was half buried in the mattress.
With a thought in his mind, Pei Yanzhou gently lifted up some of the quilt, stretched out his hand and brushed her chin little by little, leaving some red marks.
Compared to the injury on his neck, this little mark is actually insignificant.
But he could see it clearly at a glance.
With this circle, the anger in his heart instantly ignited.
With his fingertips resting on the corners of her lips, Pei Yanzhou seemed to hear the noise in his heart again, and the emotions he had never been able to control grew crazily.
After sighing, he finally followed his thoughts, leaned over and kissed her lips gently.
Many people are guessing what status Song Jinyin will end up with, from lowly concubine to noble concubine.
Pei Yanzhou thought that if she could stay by his side safely and no longer be so stubborn and unwilling to bow her head, he would be able to give her more.
The man in his arms let out a cry of discomfort.
Pei Yanzhou came to his senses and let go, only to see the sleeping man getting closer.
There was a slight pulling sensation from the knife wound on his arm. He didn't even bother to take a look at it, and just relied on this rare moment of peace to sleep.
...
When she woke up the next day, Song Jinyin couldn't recover for a long time.
She vaguely heard Pei Yanzhou getting up and saying in her ear that he was going to the study, but Song Jinyin was not sure whether it was a dream or not.
Her throat was a little dry, and she moved, wanting to get out of bed and pour some water.
Someone knocked on the door outside the house. It was Xueyu who had gone back to work outside. Seeing that she seemed to be getting up, he hurriedly put down the things in his hands and ran over.
"Sister Jinyin, tell me what you want to do."
"Want to drink water."
Song Jinyin looked at the little girl with beads of sweat dripping from the tip of her nose. She bent her eyes and asked, "Why are you in such a hurry? You are sweating on such a cold day. Be careful of catching the cold."
"Sister, I don't know. A group of new people came to the courtyard today, and Butler Wang is not here. There are a lot of things going on here. Seeing that Zhusheng was a little busy, I helped him run errands, and then I was lazy and came here. Come deliver medicine to my sister."
Xueyu smiled and handed over the water glass, but when she saw Song Jinyin tilting her head slightly and taking a sip, she stopped smiling, her eyes widened, she couldn't help but exclaimed, and turned around to look for the bronze mirror on the wooden stand.
"Sister, what's wrong with your neck? And your shoulders...look!"
Only then did Song Jinyin remember the bruises on her neck, but before she could swallow her mouthful of water, she saw in the bronze mirror that the original bruises had some ambiguous red traces on them.
She seemed to think of something, her cheeks heated up suddenly, and she almost choked on the water.
"I was called to work yesterday and couldn't come to my sister's place. Why was my sister so seriously injured? And these..."
"Small injuries, just minor injuries, nothing to do."
Song Jinyin handed over the cup in her hand and pulled the skirt of her clothes, not daring to look up.
Although she knew Xueyu didn't understand this, she was still extremely shy when she was suddenly seen, and she just wanted to find a place to hide where no one was.
Xue Yu's words were still lingering in her ears. Song Jinyin coughed a few times and had no choice but to interrupt her.
"Did you hear anything about what happened outside Zhuya Courtyard today?"
"no."
Xueyu shook her head, "I was working early today. Except for Zhusheng, I didn't have time to say a few words to anyone else... Sister, I remembered that I had a box of plasters that I had saved to prevent insect bites. Yes, I’ll get it for you!”
"Need not!"
Song Jinyin held her wrist, and the warmth that had finally subsided on her face surged up again.
"I just received some punishment yesterday. I scratched it myself. I've already applied medicine. It's okay. It's okay."
"real?"
Xueyu was dubious and couldn't help but take another look. However, she was simple-minded. After hearing these words, her thoughts were instantly diverted.
"Sister was punished yesterday? But among the people who came yesterday...could it be the Duke of the country?"
Before Song Jinyin could nod, she saw Xueyu handing over the medicine, her brows furrowed, "Sister, drink the medicine first, I'll go outside and ask around!"
It comes and goes like a gust of wind.
Except for Xueyu, there were people in every courtyard asking about what happened last night.
But he killed several people with his sword, and no one dared to comment. Everyone only knew those people in the Duke's Courtyard, and even mentioning the name of the Crown Prince Pei Yanzhou showed fear.
