With one hand she heals, and the other hand she kills, the princess vows to rule the world!

When she put Yi'er on the bed, her eyes were half open. When she saw the person in front of her clearly, a relieved smile appeared on her face, "Mom, you are back?"

"Well, mommy is back." Shu He patted her little head and coaxed her gently, "Be good, sleep a little longer."

Xiao Yi'er seems to be feeling much better, but her foundation isn't strong enough, and she's much weaker than the average child. She still needs to eat more, sleep more, and rest more.

Only after Yi'er fell into a deep sleep again did Shu He tiptoe out the door.

Coincidentally, Nanqi came out of Beiji's house with a basin of blood in his hand.

"Beiji is injured?"

Nanqi poured the water in the basin into the corner. Seeing her in a lake-green dress, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he muttered, "Master has good taste."

"What?" Shu He didn't understand.

"Oh, I just said this dress suits you very well." Nanqi wiped his hands, then remembered something and said hurriedly, "Go check on Beiji. He has an arrow wound in his lower back. I only applied some simple medicine on him, and I don't know if it will work."

"He really is injured!" Shu He was puzzled. "Then why didn't he tell me when I asked him before?"

Nanqi wrinkled his nose and said, "I don't know. He must be anxious to report the battle situation to his master!"

Shu He was speechless. He was just reporting on the battle situation, but he didn't even treat the wounds? What kind of logic was that?!

"I gonna go see."

Nanqi nodded, "I'll go change the water for him."

When Shu He entered the room, Bei Ji was pulling up his half-taken clothes. Perhaps because he was too anxious or for some reason, he moved too much and the wound on his back was torn open again, and blood stained his white underwear red.

"Madam He, my injury is fine." Bei Ji turned his back to her and knew she came in.

Shu He frowned slightly. Nan Qi didn't even bandage him! Is he so casual?

"Don't move!" Shu He stepped forward and held down his hand that was frantically tying his belt. "If you move again, your injury will be even harder to heal!"

Beiji's hands were cool, his nails neatly trimmed. His hands were bony and white as jade, even more slender and beautiful than any hand in a painting.

Seeing her stunned, Beiji's ears turned red and he pulled his hand back in embarrassment.

Shu He looked up at him and couldn't help but admire him again, "Tsk tsk tsk, Beiji, has anyone ever told you that you're really good-looking? With your looks, there must be a lot of people who want to propose marriage to you, right? Do you have someone you like?"

Now, not only Beiji's ears were red, his face was also rosy, just like the crabapple blossoms after the rain, tender and juicy!

"No, no..."

"Sit down, I'll take a look at your wound." Shu He held him down and took off his shirt.

Bei Ji was stunned and quickly closed his eyes, looking as if he had lost all desire to live.

The wounds from the beating he received from Baili Moqing with a military stick hadn't fully healed yet, and his back was now covered in a crisscross of old scars. In addition, there were many old scars that had faded over the years.

His skin was very white, and five inches above his lower back, there was a new blood-red wound that was extremely glaring, like a red plum blossom blooming in the white snow.

Even though Shu He had seen many tragic scenes, she couldn't help but be moved. Even during the two years when she was beaten by Mrs. Chen, the scars on her body were not as many as his.

"Why do you have so many wounds? Were they all caused by that bastard Baili Moqing?"

Is Baili Moqing so cruel? Can he enjoy beating people with a military stick every day?

"Madam He, please don't speak of the prince like that!" Beiji's expression changed slightly, he was conflicted but helpless, and said, "My injury has nothing to do with the prince."

"How is it unrelated?" Shu He glanced at him unhappily, pressing his fingers on the old wound that had not yet fully healed. "Isn't this caused by his military stick?"

"This is what Beiji deserves. Don't blame the prince!"

Feeling the warm fingers touching his cold skin, Beiji froze.

Shu He examined his wound. After hearing what he said, he felt helpless. "Yes, yes, your prince is the best! I won't say anything more. Okay? Now, can you lie down and let me see the wound?"

"Ah?" Bei Ji was stunned and turned around to look. Why did he have to lie down?

Shu He looked into his eyes, tilted her head slightly, and asked, "Your wound is so low, do you want me to kneel down and help you check it?"

"Of course not..."

Bei Ji stood up quickly, his face full of panic, but a corner of his clothes happened to be caught by Shu He next to him. When he stood up so suddenly, he knocked the defenseless Shu He to the ground.

"Ouch!"

"He, Madam He, are you okay?"

Beiji's panicked face changed drastically, he was annoyed and embarrassed. He hurriedly reached out to help her, but his arms were strangled by the clothes that Shu He had taken off to her waist. He tried several times but failed to touch Shu He. He was so anxious that sweat broke out on his face.

"Hahaha!"

As Nanqi walked in with the water in his hand, he saw Shu He being thrown out by Beiji, falling to the ground and grimacing. Beiji, who was usually smart and calm, was now like a child, panicking and at a loss, not even knowing where to put his hands!

This scene was extremely funny. I'm afraid Beiji has never been so embarrassed in his life.

Shu He got up from the ground and glared at Nan Qi who was laughing at the joke, "What are you laughing at?"

To be honest, it's quite embarrassing!

She looked at Beiji and saw that his face was as red as a red apple.

This guy is very thin-skinned.

Nanqi stopped smiling, but his face showed that he was struggling to hold it back. He couldn't help but ask, "What are you two doing? You're just looking at an injury, but you're still looking at the ground?"

"Nanqi, what nonsense are you talking about?!" Beiji suppressed all the emotions surging in his heart and turned around to scold Nanqi.

He put the clean basin of water on the table and muttered dissatisfiedly, "I'm not allowed to tell the truth!" He was obviously angry and embarrassed!

After Beiji's wound was treated, Xiaoyier also woke up.

Shu He gave her a piece of osmanthus cake made by Lady Wang. She loved it and pulled Shu He to play in the snow outside for a long time.

As the sky gradually darkened, Zhang Zhirou came running in panic outside the Biluo Courtyard.

"Sister He!"

"Sister He!"

……

I heard the voice before I saw the person, and it was Zhang Zhirou.

"Miss Zhang, what's the matter? Why are you so anxious?" Uncle Zhang came out of the kitchen and stopped Zhang Zhirou who was rushing around.

"Uncle Zhang, where is Sister He? I need to find her urgently."

Shu He came out from the backyard, a puzzled look on his face, "Miss Zhang, what are you doing?"

"Sister He, hurry up, come with me, help!" Zhang Zhirou pulled her out as soon as she saw her. "My brother said that a soldier in the army is critically ill. Doctor Xu and other military doctors are helpless, so they had to ask me to come to you."

Before Shu He could react, she had already pulled him out the door.

"stop!"

At this moment, a cold yet intimidating voice sounded, and Zhang Zhirou's impetuous temper unconsciously calmed down.

She stopped suddenly, turned back awkwardly, and saluted the icy man.

"Hello, hello, Your Majesty."

Baili Moqing's eyes were emotionless. "What are you going to do? Explain yourself clearly!"

Zhang Zhirou's face changed slightly, like a mouse seeing a cat, she was so scared that she almost cried. She looked at Shu He for help, "Sister He, I, I..."

Seeing her like this, Shu He couldn't help laughing, "What are you afraid of? He doesn't eat people. Just talk to him nicely."