Jin Qiu was in chaos, and looked worriedly at Ye Anning who was standing aside.
Ye Anning shook her head helplessly, then looked sideways at the maid behind her, and said, "Ah Huai, pass the things to Miss San."
"Yes." Ah Huai's complexion was also not good, and he handed over a brocade box carefully.
Dongfang Jing opened the brocade box, her complexion turned pale, she looked back at Ye Anning, frowned and said, "Mother, what... what's going on?"
"It's none of Madam's business!" Jinqiu stumbled down from the bed and knelt down in front of Dongfang Jing, "It's a slave girl! The slave girl accidentally cut off her little finger when she was cutting fruit!"
"Cutting fruit can cut off the little finger, your fruit knife is made of black iron?" Murong Qianjue who was standing by the side said coldly. What happened last night was arranged by him alone. Ye Anning's troops failed to enter the palace, and most of the people in the Chengnan Medical Center were annoyed. Cutting Jinqiu's finger is nothing more than that, if it follows that person's usual personality... I'm afraid he will chop off Jinqiu's right hand!
As soon as Murong Qianjue said this, Jin Qiu naturally didn't dare to speak again.
Dongfang Jing glanced at the third lady who had the same embarrassing expression, vaguely guessed something, knelt down and helped Jin Qiu up from the ground, frowned and said, "I don't care what's going on, I just hope that Aunt Jin Qiu will be fine, My mother will be fine too."
She stared at the half finger of the brocade box, her brows knit into a ball, "It's been a long time, many blood vessels on this severed finger have died, I'm not sure if I can get it back, I can only... try my best!"
Looking at her fingers, Jin Qiu felt terrible, and shook her head again and again, "No need! The servant doesn't need that finger... Miss San doesn't need to touch it for the servant..." To touch such a dirty thing! She had never seen a lady from an official family who could look so calmly at a severed finger.
"I said, I want you to get well and take care of my mother." Dongfang Jing frowned, "Why do you think that you can take good care of my mother if you lack a finger?"
"Servant..." Jin Qiu was stopped by her words.
Dongfang Jing squatted down, soaked her hands in the clear water prepared earlier in the morning, and reached out to take the half amputated finger.
A big palm suddenly came across and clasped her wrist.
Dongfang Jing's back trembled, and she raised her eyes to meet Murong Qianjue's gaze.
Murong Qianjue frowned, "This king is here."
Before Dongfang Jing could react, he had already been pushed aside. There is probably no girl in this world who is not afraid of something like "broken finger", right? Dongfang Jing is no exception! She looked calm and composed on the surface, but when she washed her hands, her shoulders still trembled involuntarily.
Murong Qianjue sighed softly, took the medicine box skillfully, selected a thin and strong gold thread, hooked it on the little finger, and reached out to touch the severed finger that was already slightly purple...
Dongfang Jing frowned, and turned away involuntarily.
"Oh my God!" When she turned her head again, Ah Huai, the maid who was standing beside her, couldn't help screaming, she pointed to Murong Qianjue in front of her, and said, "His Royal Highness is really amazing, he can even pick things up from space! At first I thought it was someone from outside bragging, but I didn’t expect it to be true!”
Dongfang Jing was slightly taken aback, and when she looked back, she saw that Murong Qianjue was holding it up with one hand. There seemed to be an invisible force in his palm, and there was a distance of two or three feet from the severed finger. Hanging in mid-air, it slowly joined Jin Qiu's right hand!