Zhuang Mengdie was still fast asleep, totally missing her chance to ride Feng Nian.
Upon arrival at Renshou Palace, the Empress Dowager ordered the doors to the warehouse to be opened and all the treasures within to be carried out one by one. She carefully selected a few items to gift Zhuang Yuexi, including a Night Light Pearl from the Eastern Sea, a purple smoke pot from the Western Sand, a black iron dagger from the Eastern Jin Dynasty, an ancient sword from the former dynasty, and even the armour of a former war king...
The first two items were more or less suitable, but the latter ones somehow felt a bit off?
A daggers, ancient swords and armors; were these really the kind of things you give to a young lady?
As a young lady of her talent, she actually liked calligraphy and paintings more.
However, since they were gifts from the Empress Dowager, she was still very happy.
The Empress Dowager kept on giving, even bringing out jade beads, golden Pixiu, and woodworking tools. Zhuang Yuexi was baffled.
These all seemed like children’s toys...
"Isn’t this a bit too much?" She steadied her mind and asked.
The Empress Dowager replied, "For Jiaojiao, it’s not too much."
As soon as these words left her mouth, the Empress Dowager was stunned. "What did I just say?"
Zhuang Yuexi paused, then said, "Nothing. You said what you’re giving me is not too much. Your highness just mixed up my name. My nickname is Yuanyuan."
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When Gu Jiao returned to the Medical Hall, Xiao Liulang immediately changed her dressing.
She lay on the soft bed, while Xiao Liulang gently lifted her clothes. This time, he felt no inappropriate thoughts because she was seriously injured. The Emperor has accidentally pulled her wound while rescuing her and the dried blood and the gauze had stuck together in several places where the scabs had cracked.
Xiao Liulang took a deep breath, steadied his mind and said to her, "This might hurt a bit. Bear with me."
There was no response from the bed.
Bending over to take a look, Xiao Liulang saw that she was already asleep. Her eyes were slightly closed, her long eyelashes casting a shadow on her cheeks. There was a faint sheen of sweat on her nose, indicating that she was trying to withstand the pain even in her sleep.
So it wasn’t that it didn’t hurt, but that she didn’t care about this level of pain.
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