Exile at the start? The princess is no ordinary woman.

The redness on her wrist was nothing to Jun Yanchen, but for some reason, he found it a bit of an eyesore to see that it was on Gu Nanzhi's wrist.

Gu Nanzhi glanced at the white porcelain bottle in front of her with surprise, then looked at Jun Yanchen's face, which only revealed his jawline and mouth, and met his deep black eyes.

Wasn't this person supposed to be cold-blooded and ruthless?

Now they actually care about that insignificant little injury on her wrist?

It must be because she offered to help him detoxify.

Alright, since they're being so kind, I'll reluctantly accept it. Although if she really cared, she had plenty of ointments in her storage space.

However, let her see what this ancient white jade ointment is like;

"Thank you"

Gu Nanzhi took the white porcelain bottle from Jun Yanchen's palm with two fingers, opened the lid, and saw a pale yellow paste inside. She then brought it to her nose and smelled it.

Just by smelling it, she already had a good idea of ​​how to make the ointment.

Hmm, pretty good.

Since I had already accepted their kindness, I decided to use it. I then applied the medicine to my wrists with both hands.

She naturally felt awkward keeping the medicine to herself, since they were part of a group.

So he tilted his head and asked Jun Yanchen first.

Let me see if your wrist needs any medication.

Her concern caused Jun Yanchen to feel a strange unease. He paused for a few seconds before slowly raising his hand to expose his wrist to her.

Gu Nanzhi also looked at his wrist. His was alright, considering that he was disabled in both legs and had been traveling on a cart.

My hands just stay there, so they don't get rubbed anywhere.

However, Jun Yanchen's hands are quite beautiful, with distinct knuckles, long and clean. You can see calluses on his palms, perhaps from years of using weapons, but it doesn't detract from their beauty at all.

No, what are you thinking? Why are you admiring someone else's hands?

"Oh, you don't need it. I'll give this ointment to someone else; they might need it."

As she spoke, she felt a slight pang of regret. Jun Yanchen was excellent in every way, although his leg was now crippled, but that was due to poisoning.

Once she had detoxified him, she realized that, aside from ignoring his appearance, he was definitely a very handsome man.

I wonder what kind of disfigurement this person has on the upper half of their face? Is it a knife scar? Isn't he a war god? Was it caused by injuries sustained on the battlefield?

what is this else?

It does pique my curiosity, but then I remember the rumors that Jun Yanchen always wears a mask. He must be very particular and sensitive about his appearance, right?

She shouldn't reopen old wounds or dwell on painful memories.

Jun Yanchen seemed to have a fleeting regret that his wrists hadn't been rubbed by the shackles, and he recalled the scene when she had grabbed his wrist before;

"Xia He, Cang Ling, come here."

At Gu Nanzhi's command, the two people who had gone to pack their things immediately came to her.

"Madam, what are your orders?"

"Miss, what's wrong?"

"Xia He, show me your wrist, it's red so I can apply some medicine."

Xia He had only been gone a short while when her young mistress had a tube of ointment in her hand. Thinking about it, she figured the ointment must have been given to her by the prince.

After all, when she said she had no medicine to apply for the young lady, the young lady didn't say anything.

"Miss, let me apply the medicine for you. I'm fine, don't waste the medicine."

Although she had the medicine, it was incredibly precious on this journey of exile. It was given to her young mistress by the prince; how could she, as a mere servant, waste it?

"Listen to me, I've already slept with your young lady. Hurry up, don't waste time."

Gu Nanzhi used a commanding tone. This little girl was loyal; it hadn't been easy for her to follow the original owner, and now she had chosen to follow her again, and she was so naive.

I don't intend to treat her like a maid when I'm with her in the future, but rather like a younger sister. So, using this medicine wouldn't be a waste.

It's just not the right time now; otherwise, Gu Nanzhi could have as much of this white jade ointment as she wanted.

Seeing his young mistress's stern expression as she gave the order, although he still wanted to refuse and didn't want to waste the medicine, he decided to leave it for his mistress.

But they dared not disobey their mistress; her stern face was so intimidating these days.

"Miss"

"hand"

Xia He had initially intended to refuse despite her mistress's orders, but now she had no choice but to obediently extend her hand.

"Miss... I can do it myself."

"do not move"

Gu Nanzhi didn't give her the ointment; instead, she used her index finger to apply some to Xia He's wrist.

Her wrist was also rubbed red, which would have healed in a couple of days, but since someone kindly offered medicine, she decided to go through the trouble of applying it.

The way her young mistress applied medicine to her once again deeply moved Xia He. Back when they were at the manor, her young mistress had also applied medicine to her, but even now, despite the changes in her mistress, she was still just as kind to her.

How could Xia He not be moved? Even though her mistress had changed, she was still the mistress of her family;

"Miss"

"All right"

Gu Nanzhi quickly applied the medicine to her, and then handed the ointment to Cang Ling.

"Here, take this and apply it to your hands and feet. This is the White Jade Ointment your prince gave you."

Just because the other three are men doesn't mean they aren't. Besides, the other three men were wearing handcuffs and shackles, with shoes over their ankles.

But the wrists should be the same, especially since they had to pull a cart all the way, which required even more movement;

Cang Ling naturally knew that the ointment was given out by his master, but he was surprised that his mistress would give it to them to use, and that she would even personally apply it to her maid.

This kind of lady is not at all like those aristocratic young ladies in the capital. She cares about the comfort of her subordinates, especially about such a small matter.

Although they thought so, they decided against using the ointment. How could they, as men, be so delicate?

Cang Ling bowed respectfully.

"Madam, there's no need. You can keep it yourself. Our subordinates are uninjured and don't need medicine."

As a man, I am thick-skinned and tough, and these shackles will only last for three days, so they won't cause any harm. I'll leave the medicine and these to my master and his wife.

Gu Nanzhi didn't waste any time arguing with him; she simply slammed the lid on and threw it at him.

"Stop dawdling! Hurry up, we need to get going. You're moving around too much; it's not like you don't have any medicine. Apply the medicine if needed."

Seeing the lady's actions, Cang Ling could only quickly reach out and catch the bottle she threw, making sure it didn't fall to the ground.

He caught the medicine bottle, but genuinely felt it was unnecessary, so he hesitated slightly, glancing at his wife and then at his master.

"Madam, Master..."

"Listen to Nan Nan"

Jun Yanchen added four words, which was unusual for him: since it was given by Nan Nan, just accept it as a token of goodwill, so as not to upset Nan Nan.

Since their master had spoken, Cang Ling stopped dawdling and went to find Steward Li and Zhou Cai with the ointment in hand. Xia He also had the sense to stop sticking to Gu Nanzhi's side.

Another "Nan Nan" was uttered, and Gu Nanzhi glared at Jun Yanchen with slight displeasure.

What's going on? Is this person determined not to change their way of addressing you? She's already warned them several times.