After rebirth, I rejected the Regent, but he pursued me instead

"My Lord, what do you want me to do?"

"Hurry up and change your clothes, you will know later."

Soon, Jiang Wanyu was dragged into the study by Song Qiyan after she changed her clothes.

There was a slightly lower table in front of Song Qiyan's desk, and piles of memorials were placed on both sides of the table.

"Well, this is what you have to do today. Copy my comments onto the memorial."

"? You don't have hands?"

"hand?"

Song Qiyan turned around and showed his bandaged hand to Jiang Wanyu, "What do you think? Why can't I work today?"

"Forehead………"

I was speechless for a moment. Is this thing so fragile? It breaks after a fall?

Just when he was feeling depressed, Qingxuan came into the room with a pile of memorials.

"Miss Jiang, you're finally awake. If you don't wake up, I'll have to tiptoe around all day."

"On tiptoe?"

Jiang Wanyu was just wondering when Song Qiyan walked up to Qingxuan and gave him a look.

Seeing this, Qing Xuan shuddered all over and quickly tried to explain, "Oh, I was just afraid of disturbing you."

"I see, Qingxuan, you are such a good person. Fortunately, you don't follow the master, unlike someone who keeps making noises next to me early in the morning."

Jiang Wanyu couldn't help but roll her eyes at Song Qiyan.

Song Qiyan ignored him, just raised his hand and said deliberately, "Qingxuan, tell me, can I not move today because of my injury? Can I not write and work today?"

Hmm? Although it was a recurrence of an old injury, it did not hurt his bones and muscles, not as the prince said. Moreover, in order to improve the efficiency of handling memorials, didn't the prince move both hands? What does the prince mean? Could it be that he was really injured?

Qing Xuan touched Song Qiyan's hand and said, "Your Majesty, I will find someone to take a look at you right away."

Hearing this, Song Qiyan's face darkened and his brows furrowed in coldness.

This guy only knew how to teach him how to do things before, but I think he didn't teach him much about the ways of the world.

"Do you think it's time for someone to help me deal with these memorials?"

When Song Qi Yan said this, he deliberately looked in the direction of Jiang Wanyu, and Qing Xuan finally understood what his master meant.

It turns out that the prince was deliberately playing the victim...

When Qingxuan understood the prince's true intention, he immediately burst into tears.

"Miss Jiang, you don't know! In order to defeat the enemy, the prince rode alone, killed the enemy and took the head of the enemy leader, but he suffered a lifelong injury from it. Look at this poor arm. I don't know how the prince got it, but he fell and the old injury relapsed and he can't move. I think he won't be able to move for a month or two."

"Is this...so serious?"

Jiang Wanyu looked at Song Qiyan's hand with the cloth bag hanging on it. Seeing that Song Qiyan was always trying to find ways to bully her, she didn't think it was that serious.

"Of course it's serious. If a grown man is missing arms and legs, who would want him in the future..."

"?"

This guy is exaggerating a bit, isn't he? It's just a minor injury and he will be fully recovered in a week. It's not that useless.

Song Qi Yan smiled awkwardly, pushed Qing Xuan away, and said to Jiang Wanyu with cold eyes.

"Did you hear that, Miss Jiang? I am unable to work today in this state. I would like to trouble you to copy all these memorials for me."

"Why don't you call him Qingxuan? Doesn't he have two hands?"

Qing Xuan shuddered when suddenly being pointed at, and quickly said, "No, no, Miss, everyone in the Northern Palace has their own duties, and now you are the only one who is idle in the Northern Palace, so only you can help the prince."

"........."

This sounds strange, and it's not like she wants to be idle...

"So please help my prince, young lady. I will go down right away."

Having said that, Qingxuan stepped back on his own accord (not forgetting to close the door).

Seeing this, Song Qi Yan turned his back and curled the corner of his mouth triumphantly, then handed the copybook in his left hand to Jiang Wanyu.

"So, Miss Jiang, can you help me with my injured hand?"

"Help, help naturally."

This guy is clearly using moral blackmail.

Jiang Wanyu pinched her palms. Who was it that accidentally broke this fragile and noble porcelain vase?

Jiang Wanyu sat obediently in front of Song Qiyian's desk. Just as she was about to copy, the provocative Song Qiyian walked up to her again.

"What happened again?"

"That's not where you work, that's what it is."

"what?"

Jiang Wanyu stared at the miniature desk in amazement.

This... is it true that Song Qi Yan came prepared?

"Then what are you going to do? Doesn't your hand hurt?"

Jiang Wanyu walked obediently to the desk opposite Song Qiyan with the memorial in her arms, then looked up and asked again.

"I?"

Song Qiyan pursed his lips, raised his eyebrows, and suddenly saw the book of military tactics on the desk. He raised it and said, "Of course I read and study."

"Okay, and you're still a three-good student."

Jiang Wanyu gritted her teeth, picked up the pen and started copying.

This copying lasted an hour. My hands hurt, my eyes were tired, and my head was shaking. This was more tiring than eight o'clock in the morning...

Song Qi Yan sat opposite her, looking at the sleepy girl with annoyance, smiling and deliberately dropping the book in his hand.

With a "bang", the book fell faster than Jiang Wanyu's head.

Jiang Wanyu's expression trembled, and she looked in a daze as she watched the servile Song Qiyan pick up the dropped book.

"Your Majesty, it's your right hand that's injured, not your left. During the time I was copying, you dropped your books several times. Your hand is not in good condition. Do you want me to find a doctor to take a look at it for you?"

"That's not necessary, but someone's head needs to be checked, lest he loses control and almost falls into the ink."

"Oh! Thank you so much!"

As she spoke, Jiang Wanyu picked up her pen again and began to copy the memorials that seemed like they would never end.

What a sin! Who would be reborn with a resentful fiancé?

Looking at Jiang Wanyu's crying face, Song Qiyan smiled with satisfaction while carrying a book on his back.

To be honest, he didn't read much of the book during this hour, but he noticed a lot from Jiang Wanyu's sleepy appearance.

About half an hour later, sleepiness almost squeezed out the last bit of clarity, and Jiang Wanyu couldn't help but pour it into the ink.

Seeing this, Song Qiyan took a quick step and held Jiang Wanyu's face with his left hand.

This guy really has a short memory.

Thinking of this, Song Qi Yan moved the ink to a place where Jiang Wanyu could not reach it while sleeping.

Then gently put your hands down.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Wanyu felt that Song Qiyan's hand felt comfortable under her pressure, so he subconsciously used it as a pillow, pulled it up, and held it under his head.

Jiang Wanyu's pull forced Song Qiyan to bend half of his body.

Why is this guy so rude?

Just as he was about to pull his hand away, Song Qiyan paused when he looked at Jiang Wanyu's sleeping face.

He pursed his lips and smiled subconsciously.

When not making a fuss, she's pretty cute...

Suddenly, there was a banging sound outside the door.

"My Lord, Qingxuan has brought you breakfast."

"Breakfast?"

The noise outside the door woke Jiang Wanyu up. She opened her eyes, drooled, and her eyes flickered.

"Is it time to eat?"

……