After traveling through time, I became the aunt of the loyal dog emperor

Wan Ning rushed to the inn where Wan Tao was staying, exhausted, and rushed out as soon as the carriage stopped.

"Thank you, Master Fang."

"Hey, Princess..."

Fang Xiong stuck his head out from the side, and could only see Wan Ning's hurried back, so he held back the extra words. He pulled the reins and pulled the carriage to the backyard of the inn.

Wan Ning turned around and went up to the third floor. When she looked up, she saw Zi Jian at the end of the corridor. He still had a cold expression on his face. He kept holding the sword in his right hand, crossed his arms in front of his chest, leaned against the wall and lowered his head slightly. Yan Ke stood face to face with him, talking non-stop, and Zi Jian responded from time to time.

Yan Ke caught a glimpse of someone approaching out of the corner of his eye. He looked up and found Wan Ning walking towards him. He walked towards her with great surprise and said with a smile, "Aunt Royal, you've come at the right time. You don't know how much Brother Zijian has gone too far. You'd better judge him carefully." After that, he naturally put his arm around Wan Ning's wrist.

Wan Ning was extremely anxious at this time, and was eager to know how Wan Ning was doing now. She took no care of Yan Ke's emotions and walked towards Zi Jian. Zi Jian naturally knew why the princess came, and because Wan Tao was injured in the case he was in charge of, he didn't know how to explain to the princess for a while.

He uncrossed his arms and let them hang naturally on both sides of his body, like a child who had done something wrong, standing in front of the princess with his head down, and stopped Yan Ke who wanted to pull Wan Ning's arm from behind, signaling her to be quiet. Even if Yan Ke was slow, he realized that the two had not told him something, and immediately turned around and stood with Zi Jian.

"How is she?" Wan Ning asked.

"Who is it?" Yan Ke replied.

"The doctor is checking," Zijian replied in a low voice.

"What, what happened?" Yan Ke looked back and forth between the two of them. It was really uncomfortable to be kept in the dark and have no idea of ​​the situation.

"I'll go in and take a look." After all, it was the princess's order, Zi Jian pursed his lips and didn't dare to stop her.

Just as Wan Ning took a step forward, she felt someone pulling her sleeve. She turned around and found Yan Ke pulling her arm. She shook her head and said, "No, aunt, my brother Zijian said no one can go in."

Before she could explain, the door of the room opened from the inside, and a white-bearded doctor carrying a medicine box walked out. When the door was closed again, Wan Ning stood on her feet and looked inside, but could only see a vague shadow. Wan Tao seemed to be lying sideways with her back to them.

"Doctor, how is she?" After the door was closed, Wan Ning pulled the doctor aside and asked in a low voice.

"Except for some skin injuries, there is nothing serious on the body, you can rest assured. But the girl seems to be overly frightened, extremely nervous and dull. These need to be slowly recuperated. I will prescribe some tranquilizers for her, but you can take them and observe her for a few days." After saying this, the doctor handed the prescription he had written in advance to Wan Ning.

"Nothing serious? That's good, that's good." Upon hearing this news, Wan Ning couldn't help but clench her fists and secretly rejoice, then handed the prescription to Zijian: "Thank you Zijian for arranging someone to send the doctor and get the medicine according to the prescription."

Before Wan Ning could finish, Zi Jian impatiently put away the prescription, walked up to the doctor and gestured for him to come in: "This way, please."

"Hey, Brother Zijian, where are you going? I'll go with you." Yan Ke looked at Zijian's departing back, anxiously and conflictedly looking back and forth between Zijian and Wan Ning, and then resolutely chose to catch up with Zijian.

With the two of them leaving, there was only a door between Wan Ning and Wan Tao. One was secretly sad in the room, and the other was pacing back and forth outside the room, feeling extremely entangled. She wanted to rush in and give Wan Tao a hug regardless of anything, but she was also worried that she would show too much sadness and make Wan Tao more sensitive and sad.

But she didn't know that her tangled figure pacing back and forth was completely visible on the door due to the candlelight in the corridor.

"Princess...Princess," Wan Tao's calm voice came from inside the room, seeming no different from usual.

Wan Ning suppressed her heartache, stopped immediately and faced the house, pretending to be relaxed and answered, "Yes, it's me." She forcibly suppressed any more words of concern.

"Princess, I have completed what you asked me to do. Please come and see it in person." Her voice was as cold as ice.

"It's okay, it's okay. I just want to go out of the palace to get some fresh air." Wan Ning clumsily made an excuse and then asked, "Then I'll come in?"

"Well, come in."

After receiving Wan Tao's affirmative answer, Wan Ning took a deep breath and forced out a smile, then quietly opened the door. Her usually tiny voice was particularly conspicuous at this moment. She immediately turned around and closed the door after entering, but her fake emotions still broke the moment she turned around.

Her eyes were red, and she tried hard to hold back her tears. She walked towards the bed, looking around to divert her attention. She saw a pile of cloth neatly stacked on the table in the room, with various styles, but all stained with mud.

"Wan Tao...how are you?" The moment Wan Ning saw her, she couldn't help but care about Wan Tao first.

Wan Tao forced herself to hold up her upper body. She felt as if she had been run over by a car. The slightest movement caused her to feel pain. Her arms were especially weak. The huge amount of energy she had used to kill Xiao Lao Da in this critical moment had already overdrawn her. Her body was still in a state of stress, so she could not feel the pain. When the emergency information was suddenly removed, the relief became even more unbearable.

As long as she moved a little, or turned her wrist, her arm would make a strange sound, and she was completely powerless. Wan Ning simply supported her, took out a pillow and put it behind her back, leaning back on the bed.

Wan Tao had changed into a light yellow dress, with the beige silk ribbon on her chest clumsily tied into a bow, with one end of the bow larger than the other, unlike her usual half-successful style. She also had a white veil on her face, covering up most of the scars on her face, but the faint bruises on her cheekbones could still be seen.

"I wonder how much she has suffered?" Wan Ning couldn't help but feel distressed.

Wan Tao pointed to the cloth on the table with difficulty and smiled bitterly: "Princess, I have checked what you asked me to do today. There are indeed several cloth shops that claim to be able to weave such patterns, but some are lying, so I bought the cloth that best represents the craftsmanship of each shop. Can you see which one can meet your needs?"

Wan Ning turned her head and looked. The colorful fabrics seemed like a mountain, pressing down on her. The fabrics that were scattered on the ground when Wan Tao was held hostage were picked up by Zi Jian, a policeman who came later and sent them back to the government office. When he sent the injured Wan Tao to the inn, he immediately sent someone to fetch them. Finally, her hard work was not in vain.

Just when tears were about to burst out, Wan Ning immediately stood up and walked towards the cloth to cover up her loss of composure and wiped away her tears. She carried the pile of cloth to the bedside, sat in front of Wan Tao, and shared it with her with a smile.

"The workmanship of this one seems average, this one is not ugly but has no special features, hey, this one seems good." Wan Ning lowered her head and counted them one by one. Finally, she saw one that was particularly well woven. She immediately raised her eyes and shared it with Wan Tao.

Wan Tao leaned against the bed, with a smile in her eyes that showed a little more tenderness. She looked tenderly at the princess in front of her who was trying hard to play the role of a princess.

Wan Ning put down the cloth, suppressed the panic and heartache in her eyes, and asked weakly: "Does it still hurt?"