Qin Rao and Huai Xuan spent the spring night together in the inn, and Yan Fei was taken outside the room to wait for them to finish.
A faint voice could be heard in the room, but Yan Qi was waiting outside with a blank expression.
When he heard the rustling sound of dressing in the room, Huai Xuanfang opened the door and walked out.
"Go and serve the princess in her bath."
"yes."
When Yan Fei walked into the house, Qin Rao looked out the window with a blank expression. She turned her head when she heard a sound.
"Come and dress this princess."
Qin Rao stood up, revealing blood-red tooth marks.
Yan Fei quickly turned his head as his eyes swept over the traces with light blood stains.
"Are you afraid?"
"I don't dare, slave."
Qin Rao raised his slender neck and looked at Yan Fei with a faint smile: "Brother said this is a happy thing, but why can't this princess feel it?"
"Have you felt it?"
Yan Fei shook his head in panic, making Qin Rao giggle.
Before she could stop laughing, she suddenly picked up the hairpin that fell on the couch and stabbed it into Yan Fei's arm.
"ah."
A cry of surprise came out, but was quickly suppressed.
Yan Qi bit her lip to prevent herself from crying out in pain.
This is not the first day she has served Qin Rao. If she shows a strong reaction to pain, Qin Rao will be more ruthless.
She tensed her face to prevent herself from showing even a hint of pain.
"Boring."
Throwing away the blood-stained hairpin, Qin Rao said: "This princess saw the barbarian slave..."
Seeing Yan Qing's movements slightly paused, she sneered: "This princess remembers that you two are very familiar with each other."
Yan Qi neither dared to answer nor move.
Qin Rao can be moody and angry. If a word she says does not suit her, it will arouse her suspicion. At that time, she will inevitably suffer a period of torture, which can range from being seriously injured for a few days to fearing that her life will be lost in Dongning.
After thinking for a while, Yan Fei knelt down with a thud.
Qin Rao lost interest immediately when he saw her like this. She sat on the couch and raised Yan Fei's chin with her toes.
"My appearance is mediocre, but my frail and pitiful appearance is a bit eye-catching."
Yan Qi didn't dare to look up and could only focus on Qin Rao's feet.
"Go away, go find the barbarian slave, and tell him that this princess doesn't want to leave today. You can find a way to make him stay and set off again tomorrow."
"This slave knows."
Holding back the excitement in his heart, Yan Fei gritted his teeth and exited the room.
Thinking of seeing Shen Qianyu soon, her eyes turned red and she couldn't help but shed tears.
When Huaixuan sent her to the Dongning camp, Shen Qianyu was writing a letter to Song Wan.
If he sets off today, he can meet Song Wan in the middle of next month if he goes quickly. By then it will be a hundred days before the Queen's funeral, and he can go back to Beijing to meet Song Wan'er...
With a blushing smile, Shen Qianyu neatly packed the letter and sealed it carefully.
"Your Highness, Nanqing's maid wants to see you."
Shen Qianyu was thinking about how to hurry up and bring Wan'er some local specialties to eat. Hearing this, he couldn't help but frown and say no.
After a while, Ji Rong came into the tent and said that the maid's surname was Yan.
"Yan Qing?"
Shen Qianyu raised his eyebrows: "Let her in."
When Yan Fei entered the tent, he saw Shen Qianyu lowering his head and fiddling with his pen and ink.
He was only sixteen or seventeen years old when he left Nanqing. Although his appearance was outstanding, it was not as impressive as it is today.
The Shen Qianyu she once knew was young and immature. Although he occasionally showed a bit of darkness and unwillingness, he never had the momentum he has now.
It is true that power nourishes people.
Yan Fei shed tears again when she saw Shen Qianyu, who was no longer what she was before, no longer struggling to survive like she was, and full of pride.
She was thin and pale, looking at Shen Qianyu's tears, looking very pitiful.
Today's Shen Qianyu is no longer the barbarian slave she is familiar with. Yan Fei feels uneasy and holds the hem of his clothes cautiously with both hands without daring to speak.
"why are you crying?"
Shen Qianyu raised his head and saw Yan Fei's eyes were reddish and her cheeks were filled with tears, and she couldn't help but frown slightly.
"I……"
Na Na made a sound, and she seemed to suddenly realize their current identities, and knelt down again.
"My servant has met Crown Prince Dongning. Prince Wan'an."
After saying that, Yan Fei's hand subconsciously covered the arm that had just been stabbed by Qin Rao.
She frowned slightly, as if she was holding back the pain.
The palace attire of the Nanqing palace ladies is indigo blue, embroidered with the unique patterns of the Nanqing royal family. Shen Qianyu had not seen her injured before, but now that she moved, he saw that most of her sleeves were stained with blood.
"I'll ask the imperial doctor to take care of it for you."
"Your Highness doesn't have to do this for a slave."
Yan Fei had a look of numbness on his face, as if he had already resigned himself to his fate, but Shen Qianyu said, "It's best to deal with it."
The accompanying imperial doctor was summoned, and someone helped Yan Fei treat his wounds. Shen Qianyu sat in front of the desk and did not leave.
Qin Rao was crazy. He had already seen strange things in Nanqing, so he didn't realize that Yan Fei's injury was a surprise.
"If you feel any pain, please tell me."
Yan Qi bit her lip, her delicate face looking slightly fragile: "Old sir, just do it, I don't feel any pain."
After she finished speaking, she murmured: "Slave... I have long been used to it. It's just a minor injury."
Hearing this, Shen Qianyu said: "That's true. If you get injured too much, the pain will be slow and dull. You don't have to be gentle. It's important to stop the wound."
Yan Qi pursed her lips slightly when she heard this.
Shen Qianyu watched boredly and felt that the doctor's movements were too slow.
After all, as I get older, I take my time dealing with my wounds.
A simple thing that could be done by sprinkling some powder to stop the bleeding was so troublesome for him to deal with.
Yan Qi is not a delicate noblewoman like Wan Er, so what will happen if she is stabbed a few times?
Thinking of Song Wan, Shen Qianyu frowned and looked worried.
The two of them were in love, but he had been out for so long, and Wan'er's previous reply was cold and indifferent. I wonder if she has sobered up during this period and no longer likes him?
The more Shen Qianyu thought about it, the more worried he became, and the look in his eyes gradually became darker.
Yan Fei saw him frowning tightly, with obvious worry on his face, and he slowly let out a breath.
Fortunately, fortunately, he still has some childhood friendship for her.
Fortunately, her father, Yu Shen Qianyu, was kind enough to rebuild her life.
Looking at the light but dense scars on his arms, Yan Fei gritted his teeth and made up his mind.
"Girl, don't get wet these days, so you won't leave any scars."
"Thank you, sir."
The imperial doctor bowed and then left. Shen Qianyu then said, "Uncle Yan is with you this time? Is he in good health? Are Qin Zhan and Qin Rao making things difficult for him?"
"My father is in good health. Your Majesty and the Princess have never made things difficult for you."
Shen Qianyu nodded: "Qin Rao asked you to come look for me. Is there something wrong?"
Yan Qi bit her lip and said with tears in her eyes: "The princess said she didn't want to leave today and asked her slave to come and beg His Highness the Crown Prince."
"I wonder if His Highness the Crown Prince can postpone it for a day?"
Shen Qianyu frowned: "What's the difference between one day and two? If she doesn't want to leave today, then she will leave tomorrow. What's there to say?"
He will go ahead today, and Nanqing can catch up tomorrow. I don't know if Qin Rao is trying to show off her princess prestige, so she came here specifically to do so.
Shen Qianyu sounded disdainful and was too lazy to guess Qin Rao's thoughts.
Shen Qianyu responded when she saw him opening his mouth. Yan Fei bit her lip and secretly looked at him, secretly happy.
