Marrying a concubine to seduce him and lure him into the game

At this moment, Su Yi's gaze refocused on the handkerchief in her hand. The few bloodstains were like glaring marks, making her frown.

"Rao'er, how should we deal with this blood stain?"

There was a hint of helplessness in her words.

Su Rao suddenly had an idea and suggested, "Sister, why not embroider a peach blossom here?"

There were twinkling stars in her eyes, and she had already foreseen the handkerchief's new look.

Su Yi heard this, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, "What a good idea!"

So she calmed down and began to embroider with full concentration, stitch by stitch, with delicate strokes.

Soon, the embroidery was finished. Su Yi raised her head and looked at Su Rao who was always by her side. She smiled and said, "Rao'er, look, I'm fine. You should go and accompany the prince."

In the Jingxin Pavilion, the atmosphere is quiet and solemn.

"Your Highness, the whole capital is now talking about the fact that the Huo family wants to recruit a live-in son-in-law, and the target is Yin Taochen. I have clashed with him several times, and I thought he was a gentleman who was not moved by fame and fortune, but I didn't expect that he also coveted power." There was a hint of dissatisfaction in Mo Yi's words, with a sarcastic smile on his lips.

Prince Yi was immersed in the ceremony of lighting the incense burner. Upon hearing this, his fingers paused and his eyes became a little dazed, as if he was thinking about something.

Mo Yi suddenly realized that the scene in front of him made him exclaim: "Prince, your hand!"

It turned out that without realizing it, Prince Yi's fingers had silently touched the flame in the incense burner, but he was too engrossed in it to notice it.

It was not until the pain came like a tide that Prince Yi pulled his hand back, only to see tiny blisters appearing on his fingertips.

"It's blistering. I'll get a doctor to treat you right away."

Mo Yi was extremely anxious and quickly made suggestions.

However, Prince Yi just shook his head slightly, and a hint of indifference flashed across his eyes that were used to seeing war.

"No need, it's just a minor injury, not worth mentioning." He said in a calm tone.

Mo Yi came back to his senses and sighed inwardly.

Although his master held a high position, he was never pampered. As a former battlefield warrior, his body was covered with scars, so he naturally did not take a few burns seriously.

Just then, Su Rao walked into the room and saw the man in black at a glance.

His hair was scattered, casually and freely, and the soft light filtered through the gaps in his hair, adding a touch of warmth to his angular face, making him look heroic yet gentle and elegant.

He was bending over and carefully brushing the dust off the scriptures.

Amidst the Buddhist scriptures and sandalwood in this room, he seemed to have become a hermit detached from the world, emitting a cool and mysterious aura that made people dare not disturb him easily.

Su Rao licked her lips unconsciously, and the scars left there by the accident had long disappeared without a trace.

Thinking back to that unexpected physical intimacy, it seemed like a lifetime ago, and she couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

It is so difficult to make such a man who is indifferent to the world and strictly abides by the precepts break the taboos and fall in love with the secular world.

Assisting Shen Jinghong in strategizing is not easy, but compared with the current task, it seems to be a little easier.

Su Rao stepped forward lightly, her delicate fingers moving through the yellowed Buddhist scriptures, and together with Prince Yi, she sorted out these ancient books that carried the vicissitudes of time.

The air is filled with a faint scent of ink, which complements the quiet atmosphere of the temple.

Just as the two of them were cooperating tacitly, Su Rao's gaze inadvertently swept across the back of Prince Yi's hand, where a few crystal bubbles suddenly appeared.

"Your Highness, your hand is burned." There was a subtle concern in her voice.

Prince Yi lowered his eyes calmly and only responded softly: "Hmm."

Su Rao's brows revealed more worry: "It will hurt, right?"

Prince Yi's lips curled up into a faint smile: "Indeed, there are some."

This nonchalant attitude made Mo Yi, who was watching from the sidelines, mutter to himself: He just said that this was just a minor injury?

Seeing this, Su Rao skillfully guided the silent boy: "Xiao Moyi, look, the prince is injured, how can you, a personal guard, be so indifferent?"

The young man was startled, a look of innocence and anxiety flashed across his face. He was about to open his mouth to explain, but his gaze involuntarily turned to Prince Yi, only to see a hint of mockery in his master's eyes.

Mo Yi felt mixed emotions in his heart, but he finally silently acknowledged this invisible blame.

Su Rao, as a frequent visitor to Jingxin Pavilion, knows every plant and tree here and even the location of every medicine cabinet.

She easily found the ointment for treating burns and applied it to Prince Yi with skill and tenderness.

"The wound looks serious. Try not to come into contact with water for the next two days."

She instructed carefully, her tone full of concern.

Prince Yi pursed his lips tightly and said nothing, but a hint of warmth quietly emerged in his originally cold eyes.

Changing the topic, Prince Yi asked softly, "I heard that Yin Taochen is about to get married. Are you feeling good about it?"

It was not a deep sorrow, but more like a slight regret. It was a pity that such a talented person like Yin Taochen could not get what he wanted, and it was a pity that Su Rao's elder sister showed all her love, but in the end it was in vain.

In this world, perfection is always a scarce commodity, and regret is the norm.

Su Rao sighed softly: "I feel it's unfair. Yin Taochen is a forced victim. Why can the Huo family be so unscrupulous, only caring about their own wishes and completely disregarding the feelings of others?"

After she finished speaking, a hint of dimness flashed across her eyes, as if she recalled the feeling of powerlessness she had in front of Huo Chengjun in her previous life. At that time, she was as small as dust and had no dignity at all.

Prince Yi misunderstood her thoughts and thought that she was tormented because Yin Taochen was about to belong to someone else.

Complex emotions surged in his heart, like sourness and bitterness, and an indescribable feeling was stuck in his throat.

He tried hard to suppress the turbulent waves in his heart, and the tenderness in his eyes was gradually covered by a thin layer of ice.

If she really loves Yin Taochen so deeply, then perhaps letting her go and letting her get what she wants is the best option.

On the other hand, preparations for Huo Chengjun and Yin Taochen's wedding were in full swing, and the grand scale of the ceremony attracted everyone's attention.

Those nobles who were eager to please Mrs. Huo and the King of Qi were all ready to make a move and competed to prepare lavish gifts, hoping to use this opportunity to deepen their impression.

People were talking about it: "I really don't understand why Miss Huo is so in love with that poor scholar. He has no father or mother, only a poor uncle, and his entire family is shrouded in poverty."

Another person continued: "It is said that Mrs. Huo did not agree at first, but Miss Huo was determined and would not marry anyone but him, so Mrs. Huo finally nodded and agreed."

When talking about the lucky guy Yin Taochen, everyone's tone was full of disbelief and envy, "Yin Taochen, his ancestors must have been very lucky to have this wonderful encounter."

At the same time, Mrs. Huo and Lord Lu were very busy with the wedding arrangements for their only daughter. From choosing an auspicious date to entertaining the guests, they strived to make every thing perfect.