I figured she wanted me to try harder, so I made a pained expression. “Brother Jin, my face hurts. Am I disfigured?”
He finally moved, pulling me back to the bed and pulling out a handkerchief to wipe my face with water, his movements initially aggressive but becoming gentle when touching my skin. Despite this, I kept inhaling sharply.
“Get to the point,” he said, cleaning my face and applying medicine, his expression suggesting he was grinding his teeth.
The point?
Didn’t he want to hear about my fight with the princess? I glanced at Que’er, who was silently lamenting.
“Brother Jin, I was wrong.”
“Wrong about what?”
“I shouldn’t have impulsively beaten the princess.”
Que’er coughed pointedly. An Jin glanced at her, and she immediately fell silent.
An Jin turned back to me, finally looking somewhat helpless.
“How did you end up at White Crane Plain?”
I stammered, “I-I went there to paint.”
“Why were you with the Crown Prince?”
I swallowed. “We-we coincidentally met.”
An Jin’s expression suddenly turned cold, and he immediately stood up and walked out, the door slamming shut with the force of his exit.
I was stunned. Que’er hurried over, “Madam, the master is angry.”
“I noticed,” I replied.
Que’er anxiously said, “Madam, don’t you understand? The master has long known you were that ‘young master’ and has been waiting for you to admit it yourself! The master is furious this time.”
The doctor was quickly summoned and examined me and Yuanxiao in turn. I only had some superficial injuries, with no damage to muscles or bones.
Yuanxiao’s injuries were slightly more serious, but not as bad as they appeared. With timely medication and proper rest, he would recover. The doctor looked at me with sympathy but gazed at An Jin with contempt, seemingly viewing him as a wife-beater who had even struck the dog.
An Jin ordered Que’er to collect the prescribed medicine and was about to leave without even looking at me.
I panicked and rushed to block the door, preventing him from leaving.
His pitch-black pupils were cold. “Move.”
“No!” I shook my head, smiling ingratiatingly. “Brother Jin, don’t go. I was wrong, truly wrong this time!”
He remained silent, motionless, just staring at me.
I felt uneasy under his gaze and called out more obsequiously: “Husband…”
His eyebrow twitched.
