After swallowing my anger and taking the blame, I became the lucky little queen

Seeing her frowning, Qin Junyu changed the subject: "Miss Nian, can you deliver a letter for me?"

"Delivering a letter?" She stared at him.

"Cough, cough, cough..." He coughed a few more times, his pale face stained with a strange red, "Well, I can't go back by myself in this state. I have already disturbed the girl last night, and I can't stay here any longer."

You know your own body best. Even someone as proud and strong-willed as Qin Junyu says that he can't do it alone, which shows how serious the condition is.

She didn't think too much and nodded.

Qin Junyu supported himself on the bed with his left hand and tried to get up. He only managed to straighten up half of his body before falling back exhausted.

A trace of embarrassment flashed across his face. He didn't know how she would feel when she saw him in such an embarrassing state.

Qin Junyu's expression suddenly became a little strange.

Nian Susu had no other thoughts. Since he fell back, she pulled the quilt up and tucked the two corners. "You are injured like this, don't get up. I will write for you."

His eyes moved down to her wrist, which was as white as a lotus root.

As she tucked in the quilt, the azure jade bracelet began to shake.

He curled his lips and smiled, but because of his pale face, the smile seemed forced, but his heart felt as sweet as if he had eaten a candied date.

Feeling his gaze, Nian Susu's wrist seemed to be burned.

Just as she put it on last night, Qin Junyu knocked on the door. She was so scared that her mind went blank and she forgot there was a bracelet on her wrist.

Now that he was staring at her with such a meaningful look, she immediately thought of what Jingzhe said the night before, and her ears turned red.

She suddenly retracted her hand and put it behind her back awkwardly, "I...I...will go write the letter for you."

She turned to leave, and Qin Junyu reached out to pull her, but only grabbed a corner of her clothes.

He clenched the silk in his palm and tightened it, saying in a hoarse voice, "Miss Nian, let me do it. They only recognize my handwriting."

Nian Susu sighed lightly. In that case, he would have to come in person.

She had her back to him, one hand in her other sleeve fiddling with something.

After trying for a long time, she still couldn't take the bracelet off. Perhaps she was too impatient and used brute force, so she failed.

In order to avoid him noticing, she turned around and helped him up.

Qin Junyu's right hand was half hanging, and he supported the bed under him with his left hand, and sat up with the help of Nian Susu.

His legs landed on the ground and he was about to put on his boots when he felt something sliding off his left shoulder. He glanced sideways and found that his undershirt had fallen to his waist, hanging loosely.

He was originally shirtless on his right shoulder, and when his left shoulder fell, he was completely shirtless as he faced her.

But he still sat solemnly, with a proper demeanor, like a gentleman.

Qin Junyu blushed. Although he knew that he was half naked and let her "play with" him like this last night, he was not conscious at the time and did not want to embarrass them too much.

Now their eyes met, and they both quickly looked away with panicked looks.

He coughed dryly and put on his underwear calmly.

His right shoulder was injured and he couldn't make any big movements. The so-called "well-dressed" clothes only covered most of his skin, and the collar on his chest was not pressed down well, leaving a gap going straight down.

He didn't care much and motioned to Nian Susu to help him to the desk.

Nian Susu was worried that he would catch a cold and develop a new illness before his old injuries had healed, so he took out his own cloak and put it on him.

She stood on tiptoe to help him tie the laces and nodded with satisfaction, "Okay."

She took two steps back before she realized how funny Qin Junyu looked in her clothes.

The two men had very different body shapes. Qin Junyu was wrapped in a cloak that could only cover his chest on both sides, leaving a gap in the middle, and most of his boots were exposed at the bottom. The size and length were not suitable.

Nian Susu held back his smile, stepped forward to support the uneasy Qin Junyu, and brought him behind the desk.

One-stop service including laying paper, moistening the brush, grinding ink and dipping the brush.

She held up her wide sleeves and handed over the ink-soaked wolf's claws, "Your Highness, please."

Qin Junyu's gaze fell on the jade bracelet on her wrist again. At one glance, she trembled as if excited, and ink fell from the tip of the pen, and an ink-colored flower immediately bloomed on the rice paper.

Nian Susu also felt that his reaction was too great, so he quickly put down his pen and replaced it with a new piece of paper.

She was upset. What was she feeling guilty about? He gave her the bracelet as a gift. He put it on her with his own hands. Wasn't it natural for her to wear it? Why did she get nervous like a thief who stole someone else's things when he noticed the bracelet?

Qin Junyu smiled, said nothing, and picked up the pen to write a letter.

It takes some effort to hold the pen, and his handwriting is very powerful and domineering, so it goes without saying that it takes some effort.

But his right shoulder was injured, and it hurt whenever he exerted force. The pain came in waves, gradually becoming less severe. After writing four words, he put down the pen and remained motionless.

Nian Susu couldn't bear to see him torturing himself like this, and was even more afraid that the wound would reopen, so he had to suggest: "Your Highness, why don't you let me do it? Your subordinates recognize the first four words and know that it is your letter."

Qin Junyu thought for a moment and gave up his seat.

Nian Susu sat upright at the desk. The room was warm. She was only wearing a thin lotus green spring shirt. The wide sleeves were held up by her, revealing half of her jade arm as she held the pen.

Her waist-length black hair was simply half-tied up with a jade hairpin, and spread over her thin back like a waterfall.

Qin Junyu rarely saw her bookish side and could not help but stare at her in amazement.

After not hearing him speak for a long time, Nian Susu looked up at him, "Your Highness? What do you want to write next?"

On the paper he wrote four powerful words - change, injury.

Qin Junyu came back to his senses, his eyes fell back on the paper, he said: "Please ask Miss Nian to tell them to come to the Prime Minister's Mansion to take me back."

Seeing that he didn't say it clearly, Nian Susu wrote according to his own ideas.

She started a new line, holding the pen steadily, and wrote a few lines stroke by stroke.

Qin Junyu stared at her as she wrote, his eyebrows raised higher and higher, finally reaching an incredible level, fully expressing his inner shock.

"In the east wing of the Prime Minister's Mansion, your prince is in my hands. If you want him to live, come and rescue him tonight..." He read the contents of the paper with a dark face, and his voice sank steadily.

Nian Susu was very satisfied with his work. He put down his pen and nodded uncontrollably. "It not only clearly explains the time, place, people, and events, but also emphasizes the seriousness of the situation! I believe that after reading this, they will be eager to rescue His Highness!"

Qin Junyu held his forehead with his hand: ...

"Yes, it's quite serious. Maybe the entire Prime Minister's Mansion will have to be surrounded by my people."

Nian Susu disagreed, "Your Highness is seriously injured. The people of the wise king have done such a cruel thing. They may be looking for your Highness everywhere and want to get rid of him as soon as possible. You should be cautious."

Qin Junyu smiled helplessly, and when he looked at the letter again, he felt that her handwriting was somewhat like his own.

Similar in appearance but not in spirit.