Yi Yanguan showed no embarrassment at being caught, nor the helplessness of their first meeting. All his emotions were buried deep within him.
"You have old wounds."
His heart was full of conflict, but seeing her slightly pale face, he ultimately couldn't ignore it. He finally spoke calmly.
Xie Jiang had no intention of discussing this with him.
"How did you get injured?" Yi Yanguan's brows furrowed.
Xie Jiang still didn't answer. She simply sat beside him, resting her chin on his shoulder, using him as a pillow.
She could feel that his attitude had clearly changed after getting out of the carriage and returning. However, Xie Jiang was too lazy to probe into it at the moment.
Yi Yanguan couldn't utter a sound, even consciously softening his breathing to the lightest.
The hostility emanating from Xie Jiang lingered for a long time.
Song Ze was, after all, different to her.
Although he was the elder brother of the original host, Song Er, Xie Jiang had never met Song Ze after arriving in this world, let alone any familial bond.
In this strange world, she was a rootless duckweed.
Even though the lives and deaths of countless people now rested on her, she still felt like a walking corpse, out of place in this world. She always watched the world with the cold eyes of an outsider.
Until she discovered that Song Ze had sent people to secretly search for her.
Even though Song Ze had learned of Song Er's death at sea many years ago, he had never given up searching for her all these years.
It was only then that she felt like a living person.
Song Ze's persistence had allowed her to put down roots in this world.
Yi Yanguan remained silent, his heart aching with a sour pain that he couldn't control.
Her violent demeanor just now was as if her deepest taboo had been touched.
Her taboo?
Who was it?
He never felt that time passed so quickly. It seemed like just a blink of an eye before he heard Yuan Liu remind him, "We've entered the city."
We agreed to just borrow a carriage to get to the capital! Can I disappear now?
Xie Jiang rubbed her head against his shoulder and whimpered weakly, "I have nowhere to go."
Yi Yanguan: "Return to the manor."
Yuan Liu: "..."
Master, wake up! This woman is ruthless, cold-hearted, and disloyal! She's not worth it!
Yuan Liu was burning with anxiety, wishing he could rush forward and shake his master, who had lost his senses, awake!
But he dared not.
The carriage drove straight into the manor and stopped upon entering Yi Yanguan's courtyard.
Steward Zhang, holding a large umbrella, greeted them with a forced smile.
But then he saw his master getting out of the carriage, holding a young boy.
He was holding him so carefully, so preciously, it was clearly abnormal!
Especially since the young man shamelessly, not only hugged their master's neck but also buried his head in his master's neck, as if trying to suck out his vital energy!
Could this be a proper young man?
The forced smile on his old face wavered, then was washed away by the relentless rain.
Steward Zhang suddenly looked at Yuan Liu and Shan Bai. What was going on?! Had his emotional pain caused a drastic change in taste?
Even if his taste had changed drastically, they could understand it. After all, that woman was utterly despicable. But even if he needed comfort, couldn't he find a respectable young man?
Shan Bai's face was impassive, unwilling to explain.
What their master did was not for them to comment on.
Yuan Liu hated it so much he wanted to bang his head against the wall.
What is this?
Steward Zhang, in a daze, hurriedly followed with the umbrella.
His master had truly gone mad! He had actually carried the person into his bedroom!
Yi Yanguan placed Xie Jiang on his own bed and his voice was so gentle it could drip water, "Shall I send for an imperial physician to examine you?"
"I'm fine, just tired."
Xie Jiang closed her eyes and lay down, shedding her confident and defiant demeanor. She looked soft and pitiful.
Yi Yanguan sat by the bed, watching her quietly.
He didn't notice how doting his gaze was.
Regardless of his inner disapproval, Steward Zhang still had to perform his duties, arranging for hot water and clean clothes.
Yi Yanguan bent down and whispered in her ear, "Take a hot bath first, change into clean clothes, and then sleep. Otherwise, you'll get sick."
"I don't want to move. You help me," Xie Jiang flipped over and lay flat, appearing as if she could be slaughtered at his will.
Yi Yanguan naturally reached out to unbutton her clothes.
Ah, ah, why are we undressing so quickly?! Steward Zhang was so shocked his soul flew away, "Master, perhaps this old servant can attend to this young gentleman?" Huh?
Yi Yanguan turned his head sharply to look at Steward Zhang.
Only then did he realize there were two eyesores in the room!
Steward Zhang's legs went weak, and he fell to his knees with a thud.
Shan Bai broke out in a sweat for Steward Zhang.
Yi Yanguan withdrew his hand, his expression very displeased. "Are there any female attendants in the manor?"
The women sent from the Prince of Yu's manor had all been returned untouched.
"There are two young eunuchs in the sewing room..." Shan Bai's voice grew quieter and quieter, and finally, he also fell to his knees with a thud.
What's the difference between a eunuch and a female attendant? Why is it not acceptable?
Steward Zhang, trembling on the ground, couldn't help but think, isn't his master actually trying to do it himself?
Xie Jiang, who was drowsily falling asleep, was amused by their master-servant interaction, "Is the Prince of Yu's manor really short of women?"
It was said that the Prince of Yu, in order to have sons, was more diligent than a bee, sowing seeds every night tirelessly, with countless concubines inside and outside the manor.
However, not a single woman's belly had grown, tsk!
The heir of the Prince of Yu's manor, whom he saw before him, was only recognized later.
Sowing seeds all over the mountain without germination, but casually scattering one seed grew into a towering ancient tree.
In short, it was a fact that the Prince of Yu's manor was full of women.
Yi Yanguan's expression was somewhat displeased. "This is my own residence."