A Farm Girl: Three Acres of Fertile Land Can Be Exchanged for a Country

Nanxing's face changed upon hearing this, and his body stiffened.

Wutong quickly scolded, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Ruolan remained silent, while Adan turned to her and warned, "This is the palace. Don't speak carelessly. Even if you are her sister, you cannot offend her."

Ruolan lowered her head and apologized to her.

"I'm sorry, I just suddenly remembered what you went through in southern Xinjiang and was just feeling sentimental. I didn't mean anything by it."

That last sentence was sarcastic, and this apology is also loaded with hidden meaning.

Wutong really didn't want to see her again, but it was too late to get rid of her now, as Nanxing seemed to have already taken her words to heart.

He was most bothered by her relationship with Duan Fufeng.

Doesn't Southern Xinjiang represent Duan Fufeng?

"Go back and rest, everyone. I still need to bandage my wound. I won't see you off."

He casually gave the order.

Adan breathed a sigh of relief and quickly left with Ruolan.

The side hall was now empty except for the two of them and a few guards. Wutong took his arm and said, "The imperial physician must have been waiting for a long time. Let me help you over."

Nanxing remained motionless.

"Who said we were going over there? We'll get bandaged up right here."

"How should this be bandaged?" Wutong asked tentatively. "Should I have someone call the imperial physician over?"

Nanxing shook his head.

"No, you bandage me."

"Don't be silly, why would I do such a thing?"

“You clearly bandaged yourself up before.”

"That's because of the wound. You're the emperor now. What if I make the wound worse?"

"It's not too late to call the imperial physician then."

No matter what Wutong said, he remained unmoved and even threw out a sentence.

"I can have whoever bandages my body."

Wutong stared at him speechlessly, wondering if she had mistaken him for someone else.

Is this the same quiet and reserved Nanxing from before? Or is it that all men learn to be shameless as they grow up?

Nanxing refused to leave, his wound still bleeding. Wutong had no choice but to agree to his request, sending someone to get bandaging supplies from the imperial physician. She found a pair of scissors, sterilized them with fire, and prepared to cut open his clothes.

Nanxing smelled the blood on his body and frowned, saying, "Wait."

"What's wrong?" The scissors stopped in mid-air.