Empress is His Majesty's White Moonlight

Chapter 42

The old doctor and maids in the room looked at each other with relief, and wiped the sweat from their foreheads.

The little maid raised her head with lingering fear.

What kind of handle does this Crown Princess have on His Highness, so she can be so presumptuous, stepping on His Highness's reverse scales and His Highness's anger!
In Daqin, almost everyone knew that she was the treasure that His Highness held in the palm of his hand.

Since she was a child, she has possessed the most noble status in the world, the Crown Princess of Qin, and the future Empress Empress.

But apart from the princess's appearance, she really couldn't understand what was good about her.

She is not at all the same as those ladies who are self-denying and respectful, and she is not at all like the daughter of a thousand gold raised in a deep boudoir. How will she look like a mother in the future.

If she didn't hold His Highness's handle, it must be because of her appearance.

His Highness must be attached to her face, otherwise a fool like her would have died a hundred times long ago.

Inside and outside, Xia Yan took it for granted, and whispered to the servants to leave the room, and closed the door for the two of them.

Outside the courtyard, just as all the maids were about to leave, Xia Yan looked at the maid pouring tea, coughed, and smiled wackily.

"Guard Zhang, this court lady miscellaneous is really an eyesore. If you don't know how to discipline your servants, the miscellaneous family will send someone to help you."

The other maids gloated, and the little maid looked at Xia Yan with trepidation, kneeling on the ground with limp knees and pleading guilty: "Your maidservant should die, Eunuch Xia, Eunuch Xia's slave servants don't dare to be distracted anymore, dare not again, begging Eunuch for mercy!" !"

Seeing the wind, Guanshi immediately kicked the little maid severely, pointed at her face and cursed: "You bloody bitch, you've been crazy all day long, come here, don't drag her down, Hit me, hit me hard!"

"Yes."

The other two maids were overjoyed, and they dragged the ashen-faced little maid away without stopping.

"I don't dare anymore, I beg my father-in-law to spare my life, I don't dare to do this anymore, my father-in-law, please forgive me—"

No matter how much the little maid wailed, everyone lowered their heads and turned a blind eye until she faded out of everyone's sight.

Seeing that Xia Yan was quite satisfied, Guanshi Zhang bent over in front of him like a pug, and smiled to please him: "Eunuch Xia, how can you let the lowly maid dirty your eyes, right? I promise, from now on, this lowly maid will never will appear before anyone's eyes again."

After saying that, Steward Zhang took out a jade bracelet from his sleeve, and quietly stuffed it to Xia Yan, with a flattering expression on his face: "Be careful, I hope Eunuch Xia won't dislike you."

Xia Yan took the bracelet to look at it, and slowly swept Steward Zhang's shoulders with the dust whisk in his hand, and finally said slowly: "That's right, those who know current affairs are outstanding."

……

inside the house.

Jun Beicheng reached out to roll up Fu Ling's sleeves, revealing her bruised white lotus arms.

He lowered his eyes and held the girl's slender wrist, gently kneading the ointment.

Fu Ling frowned slightly in pain, flinched her arms and turned around.

She restrained the thorns all over her body, and put the medicine bottles on the small table one by one.

Seeing that Jun Beicheng didn't speak, she regretted picking up the corner of her clothes. In fact, she didn't mean to quarrel with him just now.

But she was too embarrassed to give in, so she could only be so stubborn.

Jun Beicheng lowered his head, his long and curly eyelashes cast a thick shadow on his eyelids, making it impossible to see the emotion in his eyes.

His slender fingers probed into the fine porcelain bottle, wiped out a piece of ointment from the medicine bottle, and landed on the bruised part of the girl's arm.

Thinking that she would be in pain, Jun Beicheng carefully smeared it with his fingertips and kneaded it with increasing force bit by bit, allowing the medicine to gently penetrate into the skin along the fingertips.

After Jun Beicheng wiped Fu Ling's arm, when he saw the bruises on her neck and collarbone, he finally couldn't stand it anymore.

These bruises would be better off hurting him.

"Where did you fall?"



(End of this chapter)