Linyue Pavilion was in chaos.
Old Madam Song sat next to him on the chaise longue, tears in her eyes.
Song Lingzhi's left hand was badly burned, with not a single piece of good flesh left.
Old Madam Song was so anxious that she burst into tears, her eyes were full of tears, which frightened Mama Liu and the others, and they hurried forward to comfort her.
The back of his hand was in extreme pain, and his fingers were connected to his heart. Song Lingzhi only felt that the burned area still retained the residual warmth of the boiling tea.
She forced herself to sit up on the couch, a forced smile appearing at the corners of her lips.
"Don't worry, grandma. It's just a scare tactic. It doesn't hurt that much."
Madam Song gave her a look, clearly not believing it: "You're already injured like this, and you still say it doesn't hurt? The doctor just said that you can't touch your hand with water anymore."
After talking for a while, Old Lady Song remembered the culprit of this incident.
Leaning on the agarwood crutch, Old Madam Song frowned and said, "How could such hot tea be spilled on the girl? It must be because the people you followed didn't serve her well enough!"
The wooden crutch made a heavy sound on the floor. Song Lingzhi frowned and Shen Yan's face suddenly flashed before his eyes.
The man sat behind his desk with an expressionless face, just lowering his eyes and looking down at the farce happening below.
At that time she was anxious and panicked, and she raised her sleeves to cover her face.
In a trance, I seemed to see something with a shiny luster in the corner, like... a ring.
His pupils suddenly tightened, and before Old Madam Song could punish Qiuyan and Baizhi, Song Lingzhi hurriedly said, "Grandma, this matter has nothing to do with them. It's..."
Before she could finish her words, she suddenly heard the voice of a maid outside the courtyard: "Madam, Master Yan is here."
Madam Song hurriedly stopped crying: "Please come in."
As the smoke from the stove rose, a moon-white figure flashed into Song Lingzhi's sight, overlapping with his memory.
There are several winter plum trees in the Ru kiln beauty gourd, and the house is filled with warm fragrance and lingering floral aroma.
However, when he met Shen Yan's eyes, Song Lingzhi suddenly lost all his voice and felt his fingertips go cold, as if falling into a cold spring.
A maid had already taken Shen Yan's brocade box and handed it to Old Madam Song.
The green satin wrapped around the brocade box was untied, and inside the box, supported by red crepe, was a box of Huo Luo Yang Rong Pills.
Everyone was stunned.
When a woman's skin is damaged, the most feared thing is leaving scars. After hearing from the doctor that the Huo Luo Yang Rong Pills from the Western Regions are hard to come by, they have the effect of restoring vitality, Madam Song immediately ordered someone to get them. She didn't expect that she would get them from Shen Yan now.
Madam Song was extremely grateful and thanked him repeatedly: "Thank you very much, Master Yan, but this Yangrong Pill is really precious..."
Shen Yan disagreed: "It's just a thing outside of my body."
He raised his eyes, his gaze gently passed over Song Lingzhi's face, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's: "Miss Song...are you okay?"
Old Madam Song sighed heavily, and caught a glimpse of Qiu Yan and Bai Zhi kneeling on the ground and trembling, and she was furious.
"In the past, I thought Bai Zhi was fine. She was careful and cautious. She could always think of things that others couldn't. Who would have thought that today..."
Shen Yan casually turned the jade ring in his hand: "Today's tea..."
Song Lingzhi suddenly said, "I spilled the tea myself today."
Bai Zhi's eyes widened in shock, her shoulders trembling like wings, and she glanced at Song Lingzhi in surprise and astonishment.
She knelt forward, her forehead on the ground and made a clear sound: "It's my fault that the young lady got hurt..."