My family has been wielding knives for generations, but now it's my turn to wield a pen!

"Sir, why do you look so troubled?"

When Shen Yun came outside, she found Jiang Jingcheng frowning.

This is obvious; something must have happened.

"Oh, it's nothing!"

Jiang Jingcheng waved his hand.

Shen Yun was full of doubts, but in the end she didn't ask any more questions.

Meanwhile, inside the room, Jiang Xiaobai waited for a moment before the door to the inner room opened, and Tang Ningshuang came out.

At a glance, Tang Ningshuang's arm wound had already been bandaged.

But the clothes on the shoulder were still torn, and bloodstains could still be vaguely seen.

Jiang Xiaobai glanced at it and immediately frowned: "Hey, why isn't there any medicine on your shoulder? Is it because you can't reach it?"

"Do you need me... hehehe!"

"Need not!"

Tang Ningshuang said directly, "Just let it heal on its own!"

After saying that, Tang Ningshuang went to the bedside in the outer room, sat cross-legged, and closed her eyes.

Jiang Xiaobai looked at Tang Ningshuang like this and felt a little helpless.

This woman is really stubborn.

Well, he was too lazy to persuade him any further, so he simply went into the inner room.

On the table in the inner room, there was still some unused wound medicine.

Jiang Xiaobai glanced at it, then looked towards the outer room, and finally lay down on the bed.

As night deepened, the room fell silent.

Jiang Xiaobai lay on the bed, intending to fall asleep immediately, but as soon as he closed his eyes, the image of the bloodstain on Tang Ningshuang's shoulder flashed into his mind.

Although those assassins weren't targeting him, Tang Ningshuang was still injured because of him.

Moreover, the location of that shoulder wound was indeed difficult for Tang Ningshuang to treat.

If I don't take the medicine, getting infected might be even more troublesome!

After a moment of silence, Jiang Xiaobai picked up the wound medicine and went outside.

In the outer room, Tang Ningshuang was still sitting cross-legged. Upon hearing footsteps, she immediately opened her eyes and looked at Jiang Xiaobai: "You..."

"Don't move."

Jiang Xiaobai approached with the wound medicine in hand: "I'll tell you a story, you can just listen."

Tang Ningshuang was slightly taken aback.

At this moment, Jiang Xiaobai began to speak, recounting the story of Dream of the Red Chamber. At the same time, he reached out and gently pulled down Tang Ningshuang's torn clothes at the shoulder.

That's right, there are some things you can't ask, and asking them is simply not an option!

Tang Ningshuang's body stiffened visibly for a moment, but she ultimately did not speak again.

Jiang Xiaobai glanced down at the wound and his heart skipped a beat.

The wound was deeper than he had imagined.

During the day, Tang Ningshuang said it was a minor injury, and he really thought it was just a superficial wound.

Looking at it now... this woman was just putting on a brave face.

With a furrowed brow, Jiang Xiaobai softened his movements, gently applying the wound medicine while telling the story.

As soon as the powder fell, Tang Ningshuang's body tensed slightly. Although she didn't make a sound, she bit her lip even tighter.

"If it hurts, just yell out."

Jiang Xiaobai glanced at her and softened his voice.

"It doesn't hurt."

Tang Ningshuang's voice was somewhat harsh: "You... continue telling the story!"

Jiang Xiaobai shook his head helplessly and continued to apply the medicine.

Tang Ningshuang sat there, her face full of unease.

Actually, the pain in her shoulder was one thing, but the fact that she was being so close to a man was another.

After a short while, Jiang Xiaobai finally finished applying the medicine, then picked up a clean strip of cloth and carefully bandaged Tang Ningshuang's wound.

Tang Ningshuang kept her head down and never looked at Jiang Xiaobai, but her face was noticeably flushed.

Jiang Xiaobai didn't think much of it. After tying the strip of cloth properly, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Alright, I guarantee there won't be any scars!"

"Um."

Tang Ningshuang responded.

"Tell me if you get hurt in the future."

Jiang Xiaobai looked at her and couldn't help but say, "Don't keep talking about minor injuries. You're human, not made of iron."

Tang Ningshuang looked up at Jiang Xiaobai, but this time, she did not refute him.

A moment later, Tang Ningshuang's voice softened: "Dream of the Red Chamber, continue the lecture, I... want to listen!"

"..."

Jiang Xiaobai was taken aback.

No, so what this woman cares about most is the story?

Amused, Jiang Xiaobai continued his story, and half an hour later, he returned to the inner room.

That's right, I fell asleep as soon as I lay down on the bed.

……

the next day.

Jiang Xiaobai woke up very early.

Although I talked to Tang Ningshuang about Dream of the Red Chamber for half an hour last night, thankfully it didn't go on until dawn like the night before.

So after a good night's sleep, my mental state improved considerably.

Jiang Xiaobai sat up, rubbed his temples, then got dressed and walked out of the inner room.

Outside, Tang Ningshuang had also gotten up and changed her clothes.

She was still dressed in a smart outfit, her long hair tied up, and a sword at her waist, looking incredibly dashing, not at all like someone who had been injured last night.

Jiang Xiaobai glanced at it and couldn't help but admire it, then looked at Tang Ningshuang's shoulder: "Does the wound still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

When Tang Ningshuang spoke, her expression was clearly unnatural, and the image of Jiang Xiaobai applying medicine to her yesterday involuntarily surfaced in her mind.

For a moment, her face turned slightly red.

"Oh, Miss Tang, your face is red!"

Jiang Xiaobai suddenly laughed.

"screw you!"

Tang Ningshuang's face hardened, she glared at Jiang Xiaobai, and strode out.

Jiang Xiaobai laughed twice and followed.

After having a simple breakfast, Jiang Xiaobai called out to Zhang Xinnian and they headed towards the gate of the Marquis's residence.

The carriage was already prepared outside. Jiang Xiaobai took the lead and got in, then looked at Zhang Xinnian outside and said, "Let's go to Lanting Tower. Let's have a good time today!"

After saying that, Jiang Xiaobai's lips curled up.

The other party has prepared such a stage for so long, it wouldn't be right for him, the main character, not to go and sing a song!

"Yes, Your Highness!"

Zhang Xinnian perked up, cracked his whip, and the carriage sped off down the street.

After the carriage left, Jiang Jingcheng walked out of the Hou Mansion's gate with his hands behind his back, stood in front of the gate, and looked in the direction the carriage had gone, looking thoughtful.

Beside him was a tall general.

The general was dressed in civilian clothes, but his back was straight, and even just standing there, he exuded an indescribable air of menace.

"My lord."

The general looked at Jiang Jingcheng, hesitated for a moment, and then respectfully asked, "Did you...did you talk to the Crown Prince last night?"

"without."

Jiang Jingcheng shook his head, a hint of embarrassment flashing across his face, and said, "I always feel that it's not appropriate for me, as a father, to ask my son for money."

"..."

The general opened his mouth, then smiled wryly and said, "My lord, what's inappropriate about this?"

"Now that the young master has obtained half of the rights to the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion, if we have the financial support of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion, things will be much better in the Northern Border."

That's right, what Tianji Tower lacks most isn't money, but their army happens to be short of money.

At this point, the general's voice deepened: "This year, the northern army's pay is already tight, and we need to repair our armor and replenish our supplies."

"The silver allocated by the imperial court is deducted at every level, and by the time it reaches us, it's simply not enough."

"If this continues, the brothers down there will probably have to endure another tough time."

Jiang Jingcheng's face darkened as he listened.

He knew, of course, that the North was difficult.

However, the plan that Jiang Xiaobai presented in the main hall could not be implemented so quickly.

Therefore, Jiang Xiaobai's acquisition of half of the rights to the Tianji Tower did indeed tempt him.

But being moved is one thing, actually speaking up is another.

After all, it was hard for him, as a father, to ask his son for money to subsidize the North.

But the matter... is urgent after all.

After a moment of silence, Jiang Jingcheng said, "Well, now that the Lanting Tower incident is over, I'll talk to him again."

After speaking, Jiang Jingcheng looked at the carriage that had disappeared into the distance, his expression quite complicated.

This kid is changing more and more.

In the past, he would never have asked Jiang Xiaobai for this.

After all, it's pointless to say anything.

But now… Jiang Jingcheng rubbed his temples.

Now it's him, the father, who's becoming increasingly embarrassed!