Master Qin led cleaning palace maids inside, clearing up the mess on the floor.
The lights in the Sleeping Palace were lit.
Perhaps it was the presence of the little maid on the Phoenix Bed that added an unexpected yet lively touch to the stern and cold palace, making it seem a bit out of place yet somewhat comforting at the same time.
Gu Jiao sat on the bed, pondering whether she should get off or stay.
The Empress Dowager sat down next to her, staring at her reddened hand without saying anything.
Master Qin, who had sharp eyes, stepped forward and said to Gu Jiao with a smile, "Miss, your hand is injured. I have some ointment here. Let me apply it for you."
Gu Jiao looked at her hand in confusion, "Where is it injured? I don’t see anything."
The Empress Dowager’s gaze was cold.
Gu Jiao looked at her, then at Master Qin standing beside her.
Master Qin winked at her playfully.
Gu Jiao: "Oh."
She extended her small paw: "Alright then."
Master Qin pretended to apply the medicine, but then, as if remembering something, slapped his own forehead and said, "Look at my memory. My hands are not clean after cleaning. Perhaps the Empress Dowager should apply the medicine instead."
Seriously, what a crafty person he was.
Master Qin seemed to feel no embarrassment over his previous harsh words to Gu Jiao. As for shame, it was as if it cost nothing to him.
After passing the ointment to the Empress Dowager, Master Qin tactfully retreated with the palace maids.
Turns out the Empress Dowager could show concern too. Why did she never show it before? Yet, it seemed the Empress Dowager wouldn’t want her unknown side to be perceived by others.
Only Gu Jiao and the Empress Dowager were left in the room.
After some thought, Gu Jiao presented her hand to the Empress Dowager: "Hurry up with the medicine."
If it isn’t applied now, it’ll heal on its own!
The Empress Dowager: "..."
Gu Jiao’s hand wasn’t seriously injured. After the Empress Dowager applied a bit of the cooling ointment, she told her, "Turn around."
"Huh?" Gu Jiao was slightly taken aback.
The Empress Dowager spoke in a grave tone: "As I said, turn around."
"Oh." Gu Jiao obediently turned around.
As the Empress Dowager gently lifted her gown, Gu Jiao’s petite body stiffened. Just as she started to turn back, the Empress Dowager commanded: "Don’t move!"
"It itches." Gu Jiao said. freēwebnovel.com
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