Dingbei Hou's doctor brother

He didn't know what to say, and only heard Wen Zhong sigh.

"Sir, that sounds cruel, but you can't blame the Marquis for being so angry. The Marquis was born during a difficult pregnancy. He grew up without a mother and rarely interacted with others. The Duke was always busy with military affairs, so the Marquis was extremely withdrawn. He barely spoke at the age of ten, and his only interest was in fighting in battle. It wasn't long before the Duke took him with him."

"It was after returning from the defeat that he began to plant flowers and plants. He was so enthusiastic that he could be said to be studying them day and night. He even sought out a teacher to learn calligraphy and painting. As a teenager, he was either practicing with a sword or studying flowers, plants, calligraphy and painting all day long. He was obsessed with it. We all felt that he had become a different person. Although we didn't know why, at least he had some thoughts. His temperament had gradually softened a little, and he was no longer as lonely and hopeless as before."

"Before he was conferred the title of Marquis, he lived in the house in Chongbeifang. A small part of the green plants in the mansion were transplanted from there, and some were planted by the Marquis himself later. These things accompanied the Marquis growing up and were his spiritual support. It is hard not to be angry when they were destroyed by the princess."

"Besides that, Su Xin also said some things she shouldn't have said. To be frank, the only thing we servants can do is obey orders. Su Xin didn't distinguish between superiors and inferiors, and she disobeyed her superiors by rebuking her master and destroying property. If she weren't a servant of the princess, she would have been in jail long ago."

Lu Ziqing felt mixed emotions after hearing this and pondered for a while. He watched Wen Zhong picking up the broken porcelain pieces on the ground. He squatted down to help and remembered Su Xin's attitude just now.

"Does Su Xin usually treat Wen Bo like this?"

Wen Zhong refused to let him pick it up, saying, "People from the Prince's Mansion are naturally more aggressive. After all, they are servants, so it's normal for them to be bullied."

Lu Ziqing complained, "Even if he's just serving someone, Wenbo is so old, at least he's older than her and has been in the Marquis' Mansion for many years. He shouldn't lack the least respect."

Wen Zhong stood up and smiled, "Only a young master would say that."

"Wen Bo," Lu Ziqing asked, "I heard that the Marquis was injured. Is that true?"

Wen Zhong nodded. "I only discovered the Marquis was injured the next day. I didn't know what to do. He wouldn't tell me, and he wouldn't let me call the doctor. I was trying to figure out what to do in my room. Now that you're here, I thought it would be a good time to go and see you."

Xiao Yan was sitting in front of the mirror, squinting his eyes and washing his wound with a cloth. Half of his face was swollen and bruised from his cheek to the area around his eyes, and there was a one-and-a-half-inch wound on his cheekbone.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door. He did not stop and said loudly: "There is something directly outside the door."

After a while, there was another knock on the door, and Xiao Yan yelled, "Are you deaf?"

It wasn't until the third knock on the door that he threw the towel into the basin, glared at the other party and suddenly opened the door.

"You are……"

He subconsciously closed the door before he finished speaking. Lu Ziqing was startled when he saw the person and raised his hand to hold the door.

"Why are you closing the door? Let me in."

Xiao Yan pushed hard through the crack in the door. "Why are you here? I'm not feeling well right now. I won't see you today."

Lu Ziqing got angry and said in a slightly louder voice, "I told you to open the door."

After hearing this, Xiao Yan finally opened the door obediently, turned his face away and walked towards the mirror. Lu Ziqing closed the door and followed him.

"Why didn't you call a doctor when your Lordship was so badly injured? What if the wound under his eye gets infected if you don't suture it? Is your Lordship trying to save his life?"

"I saw the wound wasn't serious, so I didn't call a doctor. Please forgive me."

Xiao Yan picked up a cloth to wash the wound, and Lu Ziqing took it over, "Let me do it, you must be crying in pain, right?"

Xiao Yan looked up at him with a worried look on his face, and said softly, "I almost cried. Fortunately, I can still see the amulet you gave me to relieve the pain."

Lu Ziqing scrubbed it carefully, mumbling, "It's so swollen, and you're still able to talk like that? How did that happen?"

Xiao Yan chuckled and said casually, "The princess hit it with an incense burner."

"What?" Lu Ziqing paused and looked at him. "She...how could the princess use such a heavy hand? If she had injured her eyes, it would have been terrible."

He recalled Wen Zhong's words, "The princess has a terrible temper. Can't she just talk it out? Why resort to violence?"

Xiao Yan's heart blossomed with joy, "Are you feeling sorry for me?"

"I'm a doctor, and I feel heartbroken when I see patients," said Lu Ziqing.

Xiao Yan only smiled when he heard the three words "I feel heartbroken", but Lu Ziqing couldn't laugh. He remembered what Su Xin said and asked apologetically and seriously.

"The Marquis and the Princess are like this... because of me?"

"Who told you that?" Xiao Yan denied it. "No, don't guess."

"But why do I feel that way?" Lu Ziqing sprinkled anesthetic powder on the wound. "If it's because of me that the Marquis and his wife are at odds, then I'm a sinner and I'll have no face in the future..."

"I already said it wasn't true." Xiao Yan grabbed his wrist. "I said before that I didn't like her. Shouldn't it be the same now?"

Lu Ziqing looked at him for a while without responding, and he took care of his wound and bandaged it. He packed up his things, gave a few instructions and was about to leave, but Xiao Yan held him back.

"Now that you're here, can you stay with me for a while?"

Lu Ziqing's current situation is that he feels guilty and dares not stay here for long.

"Your Majesty should rest more after your injury. I'll have a doctor come to change the medicine tomorrow. I have something else to do when I get home, so I won't be able to accompany you."

He was about to leave, but Xiao Yan held his wrist tightly. The princess was in the main courtyard, and Lu Ziqing felt it was ridiculous to be entangled with someone else's husband here.

He was anxious and was about to tell someone to let go when there was a knock on the door. He subconsciously retracted his hand, but Xiao Yan pulled him in and hugged him tightly. The knock on the door was right next to his ears.

A voice came from outside the house, "My Lord, my Lord, I'm here to apologize. Can you open the door?"

"It's the princess." Lu Ziqing was nervous. He pushed Xiao Yan's chest hard and urged quietly, "My Lord, please let the princess go outside. The door is not locked. If she comes in and sees it, it will be all over."

"You can't get out anyway." Xiao Yan responded quietly, "Wait until she leaves before going out."

Xining knocked on the door again, "Is the Marquis in the room?"

"Even if you don't want to go out, you have to let me go." Lu Ziqing pushed his shoulder and whispered, "Can you please stop hugging me all the time?"

Xiao Yan tightened his grip on his shoulders, stared closely, and laughed, "No."

Lu Ziqing looked at him, his chest rising and falling slightly.

Xining knocked for a long time but no one answered, so she pushed the door open and looked around the room.

When Lu Ziqing heard the footsteps outside, he grabbed Xiao Yan's clothes and dared not breathe, and scolded him quietly.

"Your wife is outside, and we're hiding here like this. Do you want to kill me?"

"A lady in name only, there's no such person here." Xiao Yan acted nonchalantly and whispered in his ear, "Are you so scared? Blame me."

After Xining finished looking at the front hall, he went into the inner bedroom.

Lu Ziqing huddled in Xiao Yan's arms, his heart in his throat, not daring to speak. When he wanted to move, Xiao lowered his eyes and whispered something to him.

"I haven't seen you for a few days. I miss you so much."