Gu Jiao took the first aid kit out of the small basket on her back and used disinfectant to clean her wound.
Princess Xinyang’s complexion was very poor, and Gu Jiao initially thought it was due to the pain, but as she disinfected the wound, her complexion actually improved slightly.
So, it was not fear of pain.
"Is there something else that makes you feel uncomfortable, Princess?" Gu Jiao asked.
The complexion she had seen upon entering looked as if she was about to suffocate.
Princess Xinyang, being exceptionally intelligent, knew why Gu Jiao would ask such a question. She lowered her lashes, which trembled slightly, and shook her head, "No, I’m much better now."
Gu Jiao’s hand paused as she wrapped the gauze bandage, "Good, don’t let the wound get wet."
After treating Princess Xinyang’s injury, Gu Jiao carried her down from the attic.
Back in the room, Yujin fetched clean clothes for Princess Xinyang to change into.
Marquis Xuanping didn’t leave; after hesitating, he went to Princess Xinyang’s chamber.
Gu Jiao had left, and Yujin went to see her out.
Inside the chamber, Princess Xinyang sat on the soft bed, leaning against the cushioned headrest, idly flipping through a book.
Her expression had recovered, showing no signs of the earlier distress.
"Do you need something?" Princess Xinyang glanced at him and spoke indifferently.
Great, she’s back to the usual Xinyang.
Marquis Xuanping pulled over a chair and sat down beside her bed, staring at her intently, "Qin Fengwan, what’s the matter with you?"
Princess Xinyang didn’t look at him, her gaze fixed on the Book of Poems she was perusing, "What’s the matter?"
He reflected that he had never done anything to cause her guard to go up. In their interactions, it was she who was always ready to strike, she who set the boundaries, and she who initiated contact. frёewebnoѵēl.com
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