The regent is a yandere who needs to be pampered

Rong Yu's expression was very cold at this time, so cold that it pierced his bones. If Nan Xi didn't know him better than she knew herself, she would probably hold her breath for three minutes at this time.

But this man, in his previous life, took out his heart and put it in front of her, but she didn't cherish it.

In this life, she needs to protect this heart well, not only his heart, but also his people, so that all those who dare to plot against them will be wiped out!

Qingyang, who witnessed the whole process in the garden, was still standing blankly, blinking, and couldn't help blinking again, then raised his hand and pulled his face hard, which was indeed a little painful, and then he looked up in a daze.

The sun was shining, coming from the east, and there was no red rain. What evil had suddenly happened to Miss Nan Xi?

Scratching her arm with a dagger and blaming Nan Yue?

This kind of white lotus trick is really hard to describe, but his prince seemed to really think that he was blind and kicked Nan Yue away with one foot?

He felt that he needed to be quiet.

Nan Xi had not been normal since she woke up today. Who knows what will happen next. No, he has to protect the master. What if Nan Xi hurts the master?

Thinking this in his heart, Qingyang ignored the unlucky Miss Nan Er and walked quickly towards the main hall.

Rong Yu carried Nan Xi into the inner hall, put her on the edge of the bed, and reached out to untie her clothes. Nan Xi raised her hand to stop him.

"Your Highness, don't you ask why?" She raised her eyes and looked at him. Her eyes were calm, but it seemed to contain thousands of words of emotion. "Your Highness should have seen what happened in the garden just now."

Rong Yu did see it, but so what?

Nan Xi was injured, so Nan Yue was the culprit. As for the process and facts, he didn't want to know.

"Your Highness, don't you have anything to ask me?"

Rong Yu pursed his lips, his eyes locked on her bleeding arm. His plain light-colored wide sleeves were already stained red with blood. His eyes darkened by three points, and his voice was suppressed: "Treat the wound first."

Nan Xi insisted: "Your Highness, answer my question first."

"What question?"

"Your Highness, don't you feel strange at all about my attitude today?"

Rong Yu pursed his lips and answered along with her words: "It is indeed strange."

"Then why doesn't Your Highness ask me the reason?"

"There is nothing to ask." He said, "You are you, different from others... Be good, treat the wound first."

Be good?

Nan Xi's scalp was numb, and she had no idea how this word came out of his mouth. In her past and present lives, this was the first time she heard someone talk to her like this.

It was like coaxing a child.

Seeing that he was really anxious about her wound, Nan Xi softened her heart and stopped insisting, "Please bring the medicine box over, Your Highness."

Rong Yu turned around to get the medicine box.

Nan Xi leaned against the bedside and chatted with him in a leisurely tone: "Is Nan Yue dead?"

"No." Rong Yu came back with the medicine box, opened it, took out the gauze from it, and looked up at Nan Xi.

Nan Xi didn't say anything, and took out a pair of scissors from the bottom layer of the medicine box, "It's troublesome to take off my clothes, please help me cut my sleeves, Your Majesty."

Rong Yu put down the gauze, took the scissors, knelt down in front of the bed, and began to cut Nan Xi's sleeves.

Nan Xi looked at him closely, and the more she looked, the more she felt that this beautiful face was very attractive and hard to find in the world.

"I want to go back to the Prime Minister's Mansion tomorrow." Nan Xi said, "Does the prince agree?"

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