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From the dim light of day to noon, the bed in the inner room has been shaking fast and slow, and the golden curtains seem to be swaying in the wind.

Yu Tingwan leaned on the soft pillow of imperial concubine color, fearing that others would hear her doing this kind of thing during the day, she raised her face and pursed her lips, refusing to make a sound.

The more she behaved like this, the angrier the man on top of her became, and for the first time the ivory and rosewood bed frame made an unbearable creaking sound.

Yu Tingwan's eyes were half-closed when he suddenly noticed something like warm water dripping on his chest. After realizing that it was blood, he suddenly opened his eyes and his whole body tensed up with fear.

"Your wound is bleeding." She finally said.

Seeing that he didn't stop for a moment, he persuaded him with a cry: "Your Majesty, your Majesty... you have lost a lot of blood."

Pei used his fingers to brush away the hair stuck to her cheeks, buried his face in the crook of her neck, rubbed his nose against the delicate skin, and said in a low voice: "Since you don't have any affection for me, why worry about my injury."

He chuckled and said, "If I die that day, and you see a dagger stuck in my heart, will you think that my evil deeds are rewarded with evil consequences?"

Yu Tingwan's breath was stagnant, and she looked at the curtain above her head, remembering what happened that day, and her heart was branded with his blood.

She touched her chest. It was as sticky as before, and she felt uncomfortable all over.

Her stomach was empty, and she couldn't help but feel nauseous when she smelled the blood. However, the man next to her spoke in a gentle tone and said nonsense.

"If you really hate me so much and want to avenge others, you can kill me with your own sword. Why put your hope in others." Pei Zhi saw that the person under him had been silent and did not even deny it, and his blood surged. You can say anything.

Yu Tingwan pinched the brocade quilt under her body, her fingertips turned white, her heart felt a mixture of grievance and anger, she felt that King Wei was really a bastard.

"I'm going to take a shower." She reached out and pushed him, her eyes red, "I hate you, don't touch me."

She put on her middle coat casually, walked to the soup pool, and called Ruyi in, "Go and ask Xi Mian from the mansion to come."

Ruyi was stunned, shocked by the marks on the woman in front of her. She remembered the movement in the room just a few hours ago, and whispered: "Princess, do you need some medicine for you?"

Yu Tingwan shook his head. No matter how angry Pei Zhi was, he had not lost his mind. She was not injured.

She leaned against the wall of the pool and heard a maid coming in with a respectful voice: "The master has asked the slave to come in and deliver some things."

When Yu Tingwan was taking a bath, she was not used to being served by others. When she turned around, she saw the maid kneeling on the short table beside the soup pool, placing several pink jade lotus petals on high foot plates one by one, with some pastries, preserves and fruits in them.

The maid moved quickly, poured a cup of brewed scented tea, bowed and prepared to leave.

"King Wei's orders?" Yu Tingwan stood up, with his upper body sticking out of the water, and his forearms supporting the bricks made of Lantian jade.

The woman's skin was as warm as winter snow and jade, and the traces were particularly dazzling. The maidservant was not yet married, so she suddenly blushed and stumbled: "The master is in the inner room and has not come out. He gave the order through the screen."

"Is Ximian here?"

"Princess, Ruyi left less than half a quarter of an hour ago."

Yu Tingwan nodded and let her go out. He stared at the pastries for a moment, then put on a deep rouge-colored dress with a deep train and a brocade belt embroidered with lotus patterns around his waist.

When she walked into the inner room, she saw a man sitting next to the couch. He was dressed in black pajamas, his dark hair was tied up casually, his phoenix eyes were lowered and he didn't know what he was thinking, and his lips were much paler than usual.

Pei Zhi didn't need to raise his eyes to hear the footsteps and knew she was coming. He whispered, "Wanwan, come here."

Seeing the spring coat on her body, he was stunned for a moment, his thoughts wandering, wondering if this was the one he had given her when he was in the palace.

"Is there something wrong with these clothes?" Yu Tingwan noticed that his eyes were strange and looked at the mirror. "The embroiderer sent them to me yesterday."

"I was wrong." His voice was calm. He wanted to hold her hand, but before his fingertips touched her, he saw her take half a step back.

"Ximian will be arriving soon."

Yu Tingwan felt panicked. Every time he held her hand like this, the next moment he would find a way to make her fall into his arms. Then he would show a gentle smile and lower his head to kiss her lips or cheeks.

She sat under the window, her head lowered, waiting for the doctor to come.

Pei Zhi looked at her, feeling cold in his heart. Suddenly he felt a severe pain in his shoulder, which affected his internal organs.

When Ximian came in, after bowing, he found that the two people in the inner room seemed to be separated by a wall, and his steps suddenly became more cautious.

He just hoped that King Wei would not be like the previous king, who was angry at home and disliked everyone.

"Your Highness, this is..." Xi Mian's caution disappeared the moment he saw the wound.

Xi Mian and Pei Xu were the same age, and they watched the King of Wei grow from a taciturn young master to a decisive and killing prince. What never changed from the beginning to the end was his uncompromising temperament, and no one could stop him from doing what he wanted to do.

Pei Xu was extremely happy. He told his subordinates that this is what a king should do. The generals remembered Pei Zhi's appearance when he was leading the army and all agreed, but Xi Mian's face was as dark as iron.

He has been practicing medicine for decades, and now that the world has been settled, he does not have to follow King Wei to the battlefield. He never expected that he could experience the anger and helplessness of that year for the first time in a long time today.

Pei Zhi didn't let the maid in, and the blood stains on the couch were particularly conspicuous. Xi Mian took a deep breath and treated his wounds with an expressionless face.

Yu Tingwan stood aside and saw that the white strip of cloth under the black pajamas was soaked with blood, and his fingertips trembled.

After taking the medicine, Pei Zhi stood up and heard Xi Mian ask him what he was going to do. His voice was cold: "Take a bath."

Xi Langzhong, who was over fifty years old, was so angry that veins appeared on his forehead. Knowing that he could not be persuaded, he said to Yu Tingwan: "Princess, your highness's wound cannot be touched with water."

Yu Tingwan walked up to him, gently hooked one of his fingers and said, "You have just bandaged it, don't-"

Her words were interrupted. Pei Zhi lowered his head and said softly: "I was not allowed to touch you just now. If you don't go, I'm afraid you will find me disgusting."

After saying this, he lowered his eyes and watched Yu Tingwan let go of his hands, and chuckled half-self-deprecatingly.

After coming out of the soup pool, he walked into the inner room and saw no trace of Yu Tingwan. Everything on the couch had been thrown away, and the newly replaced brocade quilt and soft pillows were exactly the same as the previous ones.

In a daze, just like the lingering love and lingering joy on the bed just now, it was just a dream.

"What about people?"

The servant on the side immediately understood what King Wei meant and whispered back: "Master, the princess just left. She said she was going to Pingyang Hou Mansion."

Pei Zhi's eyes were cold, then he slowly fell silent, controlled his emotions, and said calmly: "Did she say what she was doing at the Marquis' Mansion?"

"Mrs. Pingyang Hou sent someone to invite you. She just said that she had a novel gadget and asked the princess to go and have a look."

Pei Zhi nodded slightly and felt relieved. Xie Xuan did like to come up with new things. Wan Wan probably didn't want to see him now, so it was normal to hide in Pingyang Marquis Mansion.

He went to the study to handle business. After an hour, he felt his heart became more and more uncomfortable. It must have been caused by lovesickness.

Normally, this little pain would be nothing to him. Perhaps he had been weak recently, which amplified the discomfort.

As night falls, the city of Chang'an has been under curfew, but the person still hasn't come back.

In the study room, the man's knuckles leaning against the back of the chair were stiff, as if they were frozen. From his heart to his limbs, it looked like there were ants gnawing at him.

"Have you asked?" Pei Zhi's voice was cold.

"My lord, the princess did leave the city today, riding in the Xie family's carriage." Chi Ying's scalp was numb and he did not dare to look at King Wei's expression.

Pei Zhi was silent for a moment, then got up and went to the stables. Chi Ying quickly said: "My lord, it's better to take the carriage."

The dim candlelight in the stable shone on the war horse Benxiao. The man who was driving it looked depressed, with veins popping out on the back of his hand holding the reins, and his tone made people feel like they were in the cold winter.

"No need."

Chi Ying was speechless. He drove an empty carriage and followed King Wei as closely as possible, praying that the princess was just unable to come back in time due to an accident.

In this way, at least on the way back to the palace, King Wei could take care of his wound and change to a carriage instead of looking for someone again.