GTB Chapter 118

Chapter 118: Perhaps You Are Destined to Be Unrelated

“Too late. Now that I’ve seen it and it’s in my hands, there’s no reason to return it to you.”

As Shí Yan spoke, the purse in his hand turned into shattered pieces. With a lift of his hand, the fragments scattered with the wind, shattering Song Fuge’s already cracked heart completely.

He laughed in extreme pain, the blood at the corner of his mouth adding a touch of seductive charm to his handsome face.

“If you weren’t a prince, if it weren’t for the pressure of power, do you think she would become your wife, would enter your palace?”

Shí Yan’s eyes darkened. He flicked off the scraps on his sleeves. “You should think about it from another perspective. Perhaps you were simply not meant to be together. Otherwise, wouldn’t you have been engaged and married long ago? How else would her portrait have appeared before me?”

“Besides, status is also a kind of fate. If you were the crown prince, then none of this would involve me?

It can only be said that some things are destined in the dark. Stubbornness is useless. If it’s not yours, it’s not yours.” After he finished speaking, he directly mounted his horse.

Song Fuge looked at Shí Yan on horseback, his voice stern: “If you fail her, if you don’t treat her well, then that will be the end of your fate.”

“This prince will naturally treat his wife well. Outsiders need not worry.”

Shí Yan’s words faded away with the sound of hooves.

The red light of the setting sun shone on Song Fuge, unable to conceal the loneliness all over him.

The anger in his heart gradually dissipated because of Shí Yan’s words, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Yes! He was right, he was destined to be unrelated to Jiuchu. Otherwise, how could he have missed their appointment that night? He couldn’t blame anyone, nor could he resent status and power.

He slowly lowered his hand covering his chest, stepped forward, and left on horseback.

At the Seventh Prince’s residence, Shí Yan stepped into the Crabapple Courtyard in the dim twilight, clutching his shoulder.

The bodyguard, Mu Feng, looked at the knife wound on the back of Shí Yan’s shoulder and couldn’t help but ask again, “Master, are you sure you don’t need to call a doctor for your injury?”

“No need, I have medicine in my room.” Shí Yan did not stop.

“But your injury is on your back, and you can’t do it yourself! Why don’t we go to the study, and I’ll help you bandage it.”

Shí Yan glanced at Mu Feng, his tone a little impatient, “Step back.”

“Oh.” Mu Feng was a little puzzled. The prince wasn’t like this in the past! Why wouldn’t he let a doctor come over?

Inside the room, because it was still early, Jiang Jiuchu was boredly embroidering a handkerchief when she saw Shí Yan walk in from the outside.

She glanced at him, did not say hello, and still embroidered the handkerchief in her hand.

Their way of getting along was like this. If it wasn’t necessary, there was basically nothing to say.

Shí Yan glanced at Jiang Jiuchu, who was embroidering at the round table. His gaze fell on the needle and thread she was moving back and forth, and displeasure rose in his heart.

He pursed his lips, turned and walked towards the cabinet on the side, opened the lower cabinet door, took out a medicine box from inside, and then walked back to the round table and sat opposite Jiang Jiuchu.

Jiang Jiuchu raised her eyes and glanced at the wooden box on the table, then her gaze returned to the embroidered handkerchief.

Shí Yan took a deep breath, opened the medicine box, and took out the bottles and jars one by one.

He thought to himself, with such a big cut on his back, couldn’t she see it?

He lowered his head and glanced at his red clothes, feeling a little helpless. He should have worn white clothes today.

Seeing Jiang Jiuchu’s curious gaze, he said directly: “Help me with a favor.”

“What favor?” Jiang Jiuchu looked at the bottles and jars he took out, and with Shí Yan’s words, her gaze turned to him. Could it be that he was injured somewhere?

Shí Yan said directly: “This prince suffered a knife wound. It’s inconvenient for a third person to know. You help me apply the medicine.”

Jiang Jiuchu was startled. She immediately put down her work and went over to look Shí Yan up and down. “Where are you injured?”

“Back of my shoulder.” The corner of Shí Yan’s mouth curled slightly imperceptibly. He was barely satisfied with Jiang Jiuchu’s reaction.

Jiang Jiuchu immediately walked behind Shí Yan after hearing the words. Looking at the one-hand-long knife wound on his left back shoulder, her small face turned pale, and her eyes widened instantly.

“You… this injury, this… this is too serious. I can’t help. Let the imperial physician come over.”

Jiang Jiuchu felt that the imperial physician in the mansion was not an outsider either. The wound was scary just by looking at it. The cut was open, and it couldn’t be healed by just applying some medicine.

“It is inconvenient to call the imperial physician. The situation is special today. We must not be careless. Can’t you embroider? Help me sew a few stitches, sprinkle some medicine, and bandage it.”

“What, sew… sew the wound?” Jiang Jiuchu looked at the bloody wound, her small face wrinkled slightly. She didn’t dare to look directly at it. “Can’t I just apply medicine and bandage it?”

She had heard of sewing wounds, but she wouldn’t, and didn’t dare to. How could embroidery be the same as sewing wounds?

“No, suturing will heal faster, otherwise it will not heal easily.” Shí Yan said truthfully.

Jiang Jiuchu swallowed and looked at the pale wound and the dried blood around it. Obviously, it had been injured for some time.

She didn’t dare to delay, and immediately walked to the door and ordered outside: “Green Fern, quickly go to the kitchen and bring a pot of boiling water.”

After she ordered, she walked back to Shí Yan. “Are you sure this is okay? If the doctor comes, it’s also suturing, applying medicine, and bandaging?”

“Yes, the doctor will do these things too. Maybe the doctor’s sewing is not as good as yours. However, if you are afraid, sew a few stitches less.”

Seeing that she was obviously afraid with a frown between her brows, but mustered the courage to deal with it calmly, Shí Yan suddenly felt a little unbearable.

He began to regret his impulsiveness. How could he have gotten a heat stroke and let himself be stabbed?

But now that he had suffered, if he didn’t let her bandage him, wouldn’t he have been stabbed in vain.

Jiang Jiuchu got confirmation, so she pursed her lips and found a roll of thicker white thread from the thread basket. According to the length of Shí Yan’s wound, she estimated the length, cut it, and put it aside. She also picked out the thinnest and longest needle and put it away.

Then she said to Shí Yan: “Let me help you take off your clothes first!”

“Okay.” Shí Yan stood up, took the initiative to stretch out his right hand, pulled open his belt, and then stopped moving.

Jiang Jiuchu carefully took off his outer shirt and middle garment, and regardless of any shyness, she stared at the wound that made her a little dizzy and tried to adapt.

Trying to be less afraid when sewing needles later.

“Princess, the boiling water is here. Should this servant bring it in for you now?” Green Fern’s voice sounded outside the house.

Jiang Jiuchu quickly went over and opened the door. “I’ll take it in myself. You can go down and rest.”

“Okay, Miss, be careful not to get burned.”

Jiang Jiuchu took the copper pot, put the thread into the copper basin, soaked it in boiling water, washed her hands with the warm water in the teapot, picked out the soaked thread, wrung it dry, and asked Shí Yan: “Which is the disinfectant and anti-infection medicine?”

“Is it this one?” She remembered that when Shí Yan applied medicine to her last time, he took out these two white medicine bottles.

Shí Yan nodded, “Yes, both bottles are.”

After Jiang Jiuchu got confirmation, she smeared the medicinal powder on the thread that had been washed with boiling water, then picked up the embroidery needle and burned it red on the candlelight to disinfect it.

Shí Yan looked at Jiang Jiuchu’s actions, his eyes very surprised. It was the first time he had seen anyone disinfecting the thread like this. Even the doctor didn’t do it so carefully.

Looking at her serious and solemn little face, he originally thought that she was just a delicate and gentle flower, but he didn’t expect that she also had such a calm and composed mind.

Also, from the time she poisoned him and stabbed the acupuncture points on his body, and ran to Cining Palace at the first time, it could be seen that she not only had a firm mind, but also remained calm in the face of danger.

A vortex gradually appeared in Shí Yan’s eyes, deeply absorbing the stunning face under the candlelight into his eyes and into his heart.