The Dark Moonlight returns to the capital, and the mad prince is accused of forcing love.

As dusk settles, the window frames are tinged with frost.

With Xiao Shicheng's departure, Zuixiangju fell completely silent.

The severed limbs on the ground had been dragged away, leaving only a pool of glaring blood.

Princess Fu'an leaned back in her chair, pondering Xiao Shicheng's words before he left, and gave a cold laugh, instructing the shopkeeper to arrange the subsequent cleaning and repairs.

After doing all this, she looked at Xu Qianhui.

"Are you scared?"

Xu Qianhui pursed her lips and curtsied deeply.

"Thank you, Your Highness, for standing up for me. With the princess here, I have nothing to fear."

Princess Fu'an looked at her with her chin in her hand, and suddenly laughed.

"I said I'd be your protector. If something happens to you, who will rely on me?"

She smiled openly, but Xu Qianhui felt a moment of panic.

too fast.

Princess Fu'an's trust and protection of her were simply unreasonable.

His performance on the polo field might earn him some recognition at best.

Such appreciation is by no means enough to make a princess of a nation break ties with the Crown Prince of An for her sake.

Could it be... that those three brocade pouches really have such great power?

Or does the princess have other plans?

Xu Qianhui lowered her eyelashes, concealing all her thoughts.

"Alright." Fu'an straightened her clothes and said, "Now that the unlucky person is gone, I'm going to find another place to eat. Please make yourselves at home."

Everyone bowed their heads in greeting.

"Respectfully seeing off Your Highness."

The footsteps faded into the distance.

Chu Yunci took out a clean, plain handkerchief from his sleeve and awkwardly wrapped it around Xu Qianhui's injured right hand.

"Come on, let me take you to get your medicine applied."

"Okay," Xu Qianhui replied softly.

Lin Zuoqing stood aside, noticing that Xu Qianhui never looked at him, her eyes dark and unfathomable.

"The Prince of An's heir is no benevolent man; you must not step out of the mansion in the coming days."

This is also what Xu Qianhui is worried about.

The Prince of An was arrogant and cruel; to him, I was nothing more than an ant that he could crush at will.

Once a vulture has its sights set on its prey, it will fight to the death.

Xu Qianhui looked at Lin Zuoqing, and a nameless anger surged to her heart.

She had clearly told him about this before, but he still dragged her into it!

The person he should have implicated was Lin Zhiwei.

Upon closer reflection, Xu Qianhui even felt that he deliberately saved her in front of the Prince of An in order to divert the Prince of An's attention from Lin Zhiwei.

It is said that if a man loves you, he will protect you.

In the end, he still loved Lin Zhiwei.

That's how you put yourself in the spotlight.

Xu Qianhui glanced at Lin Zuoqing, then turned her gaze to Lin Zhiwei who was walking over, and twitched the corners of her mouth.

"Lord Lin, Miss Lin has also been frightened; you should spend more time with her. As for my affairs, Lord Lin, you should refrain from meddling."

"Zuo Qing, I'm so scared." Lin Zhiwei tugged at Lin Zuo Qing's sleeve at the right moment, her eyes and brows red. "Why is the Prince of An's heir causing you trouble? Is it related to the case you're handling? Will he deal with Xu Qianhui and then come back to retaliate against me?"

Lin Zuoqing patted the back of her hand: "Your father once served under Prince An, he won't harm you."

It turned out to be the case.

No wonder Lin Zhiwei spoke so harshly just now, and Xiao Shicheng only made a few sarcastic remarks.

So there was another layer of relationship.

Xu Qianhui recalled that when she was in Jiangnan, her mother fell ill, and her father delayed treatment for more than half a year before casually calling a doctor to come to the mansion for treatment.

Upon hearing this news, she was so angry that she wanted to go to the clan elders for justice.

Her father dragged her from the clan elder's courtyard back to the mansion and locked her in the woodshed.

He stood outside the door and coldly left only one sentence.

"What kind of trouble do you think you can cause at such a young age?"

You want a reason? Fine.

"Go talk to me about the power I hold."

The Marquis of Wu'an's family is a prestigious and powerful clan with influence and connections.

Therefore, Lin Zhiwei is safe.

Lin Zhiwei was still a little nervous after hearing Lin Zuoqing's words.

"Then will you stay with me during this time? He's so crazy, he can kill even his own men at will. I'm afraid that if he harms me one day, even Father won't dare to stand up for me."

Lin Zuoqing hummed in response, wanting to say something more, but Xu Qianhui grabbed Chu Yunci's long sleeve first.

"Young general, my wound is hurting terribly, let's go."

Chu Yunci also hummed in response, perhaps imitating Lin Zuoqing.

Xu Qianhui suddenly found it funny, and most of the gloom from before disappeared.

They left Zuixiangju together and rode their horses towards Huichuntang.

......

Huichuntang closes very early every day.

When Xu Qianhui and Chu Yunci arrived, the waiter was just closing the door.

Chu Yunci stepped forward and explained their purpose, and the waiter then reopened the door and welcomed the two inside.

They waited in the lobby for a while, and Xu Qianhui's gaze was drawn to the bustling street. She didn't even notice Shen Huaijin coming out from the backyard.

Chu Yunci was the first to stand up: "Why isn't it Doctor Wang?"

"Dr. Wang has gone back to his hometown to visit his family."

Chu Yunci thought to himself that this same Doctor Shen had treated Lou Miaomiao's injury last time, and she was recovering quite well, so he didn't ask any more questions.

Shen Huaijin put down his medicine box and looked at Xu Qianhui: "Is there something wrong with this young lady?"

"Yes."

Chu Yunci pointed at Xu Qianhui and said, "She injured her hand. I'll trouble Doctor Shen to take a good look at her."

Xu Qianhui then came to her senses.

Turning around, she met Shen Huaijin's probing gaze.

She sighed softly, thinking she was going to get scolded again, but still obediently extended her hand.

Shen Huaijin took her fingertips in his hand and said as his first words, "The bandage is so rough... If the wound is too deep, it will definitely leave a scar."

Chu Yunci touched his nose, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

This is rough?

Back in the army, his bandages were many times uglier than this...

Xu Qianhui didn't dare to look at Shen Huaijin, lowered her eyes, and said softly, "Thank you for your trouble."

Shen Huaijin remained silent.

He untied the blood-stained handkerchief from Xu Qianhui's hand, revealing a dark red scab.

The wound was long and deep, located on the back of the hand where the thumb and index finger meet.

With just one glance, Shen Huaijin frowned.

"It's quite serious; we need to go back and deal with it."

Chu Yunci immediately stood up: "Okay, I'll go with you."

Shen Huaijin casually tossed the bloodstained handkerchief onto the table and said indifferently, "There are women in the backyard, so it's inconvenient."

Chu Yunci paused and looked at Xu Qianhui.

"Miss Xu, are you alright?"

The other party is Shen Huaijin, what's wrong with that?

Xu Qianhui nodded: "Don't worry."

After saying that, he followed Shen Huaijin to the backyard.

The servants have gone to rest, and the backyard is quiet, without a single ray of moonlight.

Xu Qianhui endured the pain, forcing a guilty yet ingratiating smile.

"Little Huaihuai, let me explain..."

"Little mouth".

"..."

Xu Qianhui muttered under her breath, "Why are you still using the tricks we played as kids..."

Shen Huaijin ignored her and led her into his room.

Xu Qianhui looked around and sat down at the table.

There were various bottles and jars in the medicine box on the table. Shen Huaijin took out two bottles and put them on the tray. Then he brought over a copper basin filled with warm water and began to clean her wound with cotton balls.

His movements were extremely light and gentle, but because of the intense pain in his wound, Xu Qianhui gritted his teeth and endured it again and again, but finally couldn't help but let out a soft cry.

"Gently, gently...it hurts..."