I was dumbfounded. Just for cursing, he was beheaded? Then wouldn’t I be executed ten times over for hitting a princess? I’d probably be executed along with nine generations of my family… Thinking this, I despaired: “Brother Jin, let’s pack up and flee with our families.”
An Jin finally laughed, his eyebrows relaxing, looking incredibly delightful.
“What are you afraid of? I’m here.”
Chapter Fifteen: That is True Love
I don’t know what method An Jin used, but the scenario I had imagined of countless soldiers surrounding An Mansion and executing me a hundred times never materialized. Everything was calm, as if nothing had happened.
It was abnormal, too abnormal. Given the Seventh Princess’s personality, she should have complained to the Emperor or sought revenge personally after suffering such a loss. After I spent a long time restless with a puffy face, panda eyes, and a row of blue and purple bruises, An Jin finally couldn’t bear it and explained that he had reported the entire incident to the Emperor. The Emperor, being understanding, not only pardoned me for disrespecting the royal family but also placed the Seventh Princess under house arrest to reflect on her actions.
I felt slightly relieved but then wondered if the Emperor could truly be so magnanimous about such a matter.
An Jin was about to touch my face but, seeing the unhealed bruises, decisively changed to stroking my hair instead. “Don’t worry,” he said with a smile.
So I truly relaxed and recuperated with Yuanxiao, eating and sleeping well. My bodily injuries healed quickly, but the facial bruises and scratches were more troublesome. The first day I looked in the mirror after applying medicine, I almost wanted to die.
Although An Jin showed no outward signs, I felt he was somewhat disgusted by my multicolored pig-head face. One night with particularly good moonlight accidentally illuminated our bed. When he was on top of me, he shuddered at my face and resolutely flipped me over. Face down on the pillow, I was utterly depressed.
The father-in-law expressed deep sympathy for my situation, while my mother-in-law’s evaluation was brief: “Serves you right.”
