The mistress has no feelings, why do you provoke her?

Xiao Ji was still pretending to be stupid, and he took off his armor and casually threw it in a corner.

He replied perfunctorily, "What is it that you asked, Madam?"

"Stop pretending to be injured. I'm asking you, what happened to Xiao Yin?"

Song Wenjun saw it clearly just now: Xiao Yin was obviously injured and his eyes were filled with fear when he looked at Xiao Ji.

What is he afraid of?

What exactly did Xiao Ji do to terrify him like this?

Xiao Ji's right palm was injured, and he clumsily bandaged it.

Song Wenjun stepped forward, took his hand, and wiped the blood off his hand with a handkerchief. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the wound was only on the surface.

She picked up the bandage and carefully bandaged his wound.

Xiao Ji looked at Song Wenjun's gloomy face, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "I just used a little trick to make him swallow his anger. You can rest assured that I know what I'm doing."

"Then what happened to his injury?" Xiao Ji didn't tell Song Wenjun the truth, and she didn't press him further.

Now, she has only one question.

That is Xiao Yin's injury. Is it related to Xiao Ji?

Xiao Ji chuckled dismissively: "His horse got spooked, what does that have to do with me? Besides, I'm the one who rescued him from the woods, otherwise he would have been trampled to death by now."

Song Wenjun didn't believe a single word he said.

She simply couldn't believe that Xiao Yin's face, swollen like a pig's head, could be so easily caused by falling off a horse.

But Xiao Ji refused to say, so it was pointless for her to ask again.

Meanwhile, after examining Xiao Yin's injuries, the military officer said to Su Rongrong, "Your Highness, the Crown Prince was merely frightened and is otherwise unharmed."

"What about the injuries on His Highness's body?"

"Your Highness's injuries are all superficial and fleshy, nothing vital. He will recover in a few days."

Su Rongrong felt relieved and let the military doctor leave after he finished writing the prescription.

Once there were no outsiders in the tent, Su Rongrong went to the bedside and asked Xiao Yin, "Your Highness, what exactly happened in the forest? Why was your horse startled, and how did you get your injuries?"

I thought Xiao Yin would tell me the truth, but to my surprise, Xiao Yin's face suddenly turned cold.

He launched into a tirade against Su Rongrong: "What do I, Your Highness, need you to question? Get out..."

His temper flared up inexplicably. Su Rongrong first stared wide-eyed in disbelief, then felt a surge of grievance.

She cared so much about Xiao Yin, but all she got in return was his insults.

"Your Highness, why are you treating me like this?" Su Rongrong's tears fell in a steady stream, and she began to sob.

"Get out, get out..." Xiao Yin shouted in a loud voice. Su Rongrong immediately stopped crying and left without looking back.

After she left, Xiao Yin stared blankly at the roof, tears silently streaming down his face.

His fists were clenched tightly, and the veins on the back of his hands stood out.

One day, he will definitely kill Xiao Ji, he will definitely.

The next day, just as dawn broke, Xiao Ji took Song Wenjun back to the city.

As for Xiao Yin and Su Rongrong, he couldn't be bothered with them.

As Su Rongrong stepped out of the tent, she happened to see Song Wenjun being helped onto a carriage by Xiao Ji.

The sight of the two so affectionately pierced her heart.

Looking at Xiao Yin, he was even more indifferent to me than to a stranger.

They returned to the Crown Prince's residence in silence.

Meanwhile, Song Wenjun and Xiao Ji entered the palace again.

I wonder if Xiao Nanzhi is feeling any better.

When Song Wenjun arrived, Qin Qing was administering acupuncture to Xiao Nanzhi.

Seeing her return, Qin Qing smiled and said, "Sister, you're back."

Although she is now married to Ma Zhi, she is nominally Song Wenjun's aunt.

But given her status, she couldn't very well let Song Wenjun call her that, so she continued to address Song Wenjun as "elder sister" in private, just like before.

Song Wenjun nodded and peeked at Xiao Nanzhi: "How is she?"

"It's showing some improvement. She woke up yesterday and drank some ginseng soup. We need to take it one step at a time; we can't rush this," Qin Qing said.

Song Wenjun acknowledged her medical skills.

She sat by the bed and gently held Xiao Nanzhi's hand: "Nanzhi, please get better soon. It's all my fault. If you want to blame someone, blame me."

Xiao Nanzhi stared blankly at Song Wenjun. She wanted to speak, but when she opened her mouth, she couldn't utter a single syllable.

Qin Qing then said, "She suffers from aphasia."

Xiao Nanzhi contracted this disease due to excessive stress. Bai Shu's death was such a blow to her that she became like this.

Song Wenjun held her hand, her heart filled with guilt.

Xiao Nanzhi struggled to move her eyes, glanced at Song Wenjun, and then closed them.

Qin Qing knew that she didn't want to see Song Wenjun, so she made an excuse to let her leave first: "Sister Song, it's time to give the princess acupuncture."

"Okay, I understand." Song Wenjun stood up, unsure of what to say to Xiao Nanzhi.

It seems that nothing she says can heal the pain in her heart.

Others may not know how important Atractylodes macrocephala was to Xiao Nanzhi, but Song Wenjun did.

This girl has liked Atractylodes macrocephala since she was a teenager, and has liked it for five or six years.

If it weren't true love, who would persist for so long?

Even under pressure from the Princess and the Emperor, she firmly chose Bai Shu.

Song Wenjun felt an indescribable sense of defeat. She could face any predicament, but she was helpless against Xiao Nanzhi.

She got up and went to speak with the eldest princess.

In just a few days, the eldest princess seemed like a completely different person.

She was no longer as glamorous as before, and looked like she had aged ten years.

Upon seeing Song Wenjun, the eldest princess hurriedly invited her to sit down: "Wenjun, come and sit down quickly."

She pointed to the chair in front of her and then asked a maid to bring her a soft cushion to place on it.

Song Wenjun sat in front of the Princess and saw that her eyes were red and swollen from crying. She comforted her, "Aunt, you don't need to worry anymore. Nanzhi is gradually getting better. She will be alright."

Before the princess could even speak, tears had already streamed down her face.

"Her physical illness can be cured, but what about her emotional wounds? How will Nanzhi live from now on?"

"Things will get better eventually," Song Wenjun comforted her. "Right now, we need to help Nanzhi get better as soon as possible."

At this moment, Qin Qing also walked in.

She bowed to the princess, who quickly told her to rise: "Madam Qin, there's no need for such formalities."

Qin Qing has been taking care of Xiao Nanzhi for three days and nights without taking off her clothes, and the Princess is very grateful.

“The eldest princess is right. Physical illnesses can be cured, but mental illnesses cannot. The princess’s will to live is very weak right now. If the princess does not cooperate with the treatment, even the best doctor cannot cure her illness.”

The eldest princess sniffed, suddenly at a loss: "What should we do?"

Song Wenjun couldn't help but look at Qin Qing, and asked, guessing, "Do you have another way?"

Qin Qing nodded slightly: "The princess is in very bad condition, but she refuses to eat and is determined to die. I am powerless to help her."

The eldest princess thought for a moment, then suddenly looked up at Qin Qing: "Is there any way to help Nanzhi forget this painful past?"