When An Lan came in, Lu Qiao fainted beside the bed, and Xia Qinglan, whose face was pale due to excessive blood loss, lay on her back beside her, quietly guarding her.
"Master, this..." An Lan hesitated to speak.
The corners of Xia Qinglan's lips trembled, "She was stimulated and passed out. Help her go back to the room and rest."
"Yes." An Lan bit her lower lip, then stepped forward, took Luqiao's arm, and helped her walk out of the house.
When she reached the door, Xia Qinglan suddenly called her to stop.
An Lan was slightly taken aback, then looked back, "Master, what else can I order?"
"Don't make up your own mind in the future." The corner of Xia Qinglan's mouth was mixed with sarcasm, and her face was full of a cold smile, "I can't forgive myself, I hurt myself, but that's all my business, There's no need to let her know."
An Lan's thin lips parted slightly, "..."
In the end nothing was said.
Yes, she made it her own.
From quietly deceiving Luqiao, saying that she and the master have consummated their marriage...
At that time, the master was standing outside the window, and happened to overhear the conversation between the two of them.
She thought that if he didn't stop him, he just acquiesced.
She thought he wanted to win Luqiao's heart, so she tried her best to help him.
The master's injury this time was indeed serious, but no matter how serious it was, the injury was on the arm, and it would not be life-threatening. She deliberately exaggerated her rhetoric, just to take advantage of Lu Qiao's sympathy. Luqiao is a very kind girl, she must not be able to bear the master's self-mutilation because of her, she will definitely feel distressed...
An Lan had thought of everything, but he hadn't thought of that person's heart.
She didn't know what kind of feelings Xia Qinglan had for Lu Qiao? guilt? pity? still like it
Xia Qinglan herself didn't know.
The next day, early morning.
Prince Gong's Mansion.
Murong Qianjue stayed overnight at the Yuhua Terrace in the palace, and when he returned home, he was still wearing the same black robe from yesterday, the only difference was that the belt was tied again.
Dongfang Jing was fiddling with medicinal herbs in the garden, and she saw his abnormality as soon as she looked back. She stared at him with burning eyes, and then smiled slightly, "Second master is back."
Murong Qianjue hated hearing the word "Second Master", under the mask, a pair of beautiful eyebrows instantly twitched into a ball, "My husband."
Dongfang Jing glanced at him with raised eyebrows, and sneered, "I used to only know that you like to stay in the Yuanyang Pavilion, because there are beauties in the Yuanyang Pavilion. Unexpectedly, the husband is so powerful, and now he can move the beauties in the Yuanyang Pavilion into the Yuanyang Pavilion." In the palace, did you sleep on the Yuhua Terrace?"
Murong Qianjue was now puzzled, yesterday they had clearly reached a consensus, they had clearly decided to join forces, why did it take only half a day, and this girl looked like she had eaten explosives again
Dongfang Jing took two steps forward, stretched out her hand and pulled out a strand of hair from Murong Qianjue's sleeve, and put it on the tip of her nose to sniff, "Manduoxiang, which palace maid is it? Taboo, any kind of woman can sleep! But second master, don't forget, you are using my fourth brother's body, and you are now my husband, Zhongli Wanyun, so you have to ask first what kind of woman you want to sleep with Can you pass me Zhongli Wanyun?!"
There was a slight smile in Murong Qianjue's purple eyes, he pulled off the mask casually, his thin lips curled up slightly, and he looked at Dongfang Jing leisurely, "So, the princess is jealous?"
"I can't talk about jealousy. The second master thinks too much of himself." Dongfang Jing glanced at him coldly, with a hint of disgust in his eyes, "I'm just afraid that you will dirty my fourth brother's body!"