The moment the scalding lamp oil dripped onto her skin, Song Nanxin gasped in pain. Her mind went blank, and she even forgot to scream.
When she finally came to her senses from the excruciating pain, Song Yihuan looked at her in horror and said tremulously, "Sister, I'm sorry. I just lost my grip and accidentally poured a bit too much. Sister, are you okay? How do you feel?"
Song Nanxin's fingertips were trembling from the pain. She shrieked, "Hurry up and wipe this lamp oil off me!"
Song Yihuan quickly picked up a handkerchief and stepped forward to wipe the lamp oil for her. But when wiping, she accidentally used a bit too much force, which made Song Nanxin scream out of control.
Pushing Song Yihuan away forcefully, Song Nanxin's voice was harsh and shrill. "Song Yihuan, you did this on purpose, didn't you?!"
Song Yihuan was pushed back two steps by her force. Just as she was about to fall to the ground, the curtain was lifted, and a tall and imposing figure walked in. He happened to stand behind Song Yihuan and supported her with his hand, allowing her to steady herself.
Ji Lingchuan's sudden arrival made Song Nanxin's heart clench tightly. She stood there, stunned. "S-Son of the Prince?"
When did he come? And how much had he heard just now?!
Ji Lingchuan's figure made the tent seem even smaller. His face was cold and solemn. He withdrew his hand from Song Yihuan and said indifferently, "It seems I came at a bad time. I happened to catch the Princess of the Prince in a fit of rage. Usually, you two sisters have such a good relationship. What's going on today?"
He must have heard what she said just now!
Song Nanxin's face changed instantly. She quickly explained, "It's nothing. I burned my wrist with lamp oil last night. Yihuan was just applying medicine for me. Maybe she doesn't know how to take care of people and used too much force. I overreacted in a hurry. Yihuan, sister didn't mean it just now. Did I hurt you?"
"I'm n-not... Ouch!" Song Yihuan was about to say she was okay when she took a step back and gasped, her body swaying.
Song Nanxin and Ji Lingchuan both looked at her. She lowered her head and struggled to support herself, whispering, "I think I sprained my foot just now."
The moment Song Nanxin learned that she had sprained her foot, her face became even uglier.
She just pushed her a bit. How could this little girl sprain her foot? And Ji Lingchuan was right in front of them. If he summoned her to sleep with him in the next few days, wouldn't the truth be exposed?
A glint of amusement flashed across Ji Lingchuan's eyes. This show in front of him was really interesting.
He didn't expose that Song Yihuan had sprained her foot yesterday. Instead, he said, "Since you've hurt your foot, rest well and don't walk around. Princess of the Prince, why don't you help her over to sit down?"
Song Nanxin had no choice but to endure the pain of the burn on her arm and gently help Song Yihuan sit down on the chair.
Turning around, Song Nanxin smiled and said, "By the way, Son of the Prince, why did you come at this time?"
He came so suddenly that it caught them off guard. Fortunately, Song Yihuan had removed their disguises and changed their clothes as soon as she came back. Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable!
Ji Lingchuan placed the box he had been holding on the table and said, "The box contains a special plaster from Xingzhou. It's specifically for treating burns. But now it seems that we'll have to prepare some medicine for sprains and bruises too."
After saying that, he called out to the outside, "Fuzhou, go and get the medicine for sprains and bruises that I usually use."
There was a response from Fuzhou outside, and then his footsteps faded away. In a moment, Fuzhou returned to Song Nanxin and Song Yihuan's tent with the plaster.
"Miss Song the Fourth, this is the medicine for sprains and bruises that our master always keeps when he's on the battlefield in the border. It's very effective. Just apply it for two days and you'll be fine. Hurry up and apply it." Fuzhou smiled and handed the porcelain bottle to Song Yihuan.
Song Yihuan took it and nodded at Ji Lingchuan. "Thank you, Son of the Prince."
Song Nanxin stood there on the side. She had been ignored by Ji Lingchuan for a long time and felt very dissatisfied. Just as she was about to say something to get some attention, Ji Lingchuan looked at her and said, "Princess of the Prince, why are you still standing there? Hurry up and apply the medicine. You and I will go to pay our respects to Mother Princess together."
Song Nanxin replied in a low voice. With a bit of resentment, she picked up the box he had placed on the table and went behind the screen to apply the medicine.
Song Yihuan and Ji Lingchuan had just had an "intimate conversation" last night. Now, facing the man, she felt a bit uncomfortable. Suddenly, it got dark in front of her eyes. The man actually squatted down and grabbed her sprained ankle.
Song Yihuan was startled by his sudden movement and almost cried out.
Her slender ankle was completely held in the man's palm, as if it would be snapped off the next second. However, his movements were very gentle. He just checked the sprain on her ankle and didn't do anything else.
However, in such a situation, his actions were enough to make Song Yihuan lose her composure.
While Song Nanxin was away, he took out the medicine for sprains and bruises that he had asked Fuzhou to get and applied it to her ankle. The plaster melted as soon as it touched her skin. It was cool and very comfortable.
After Ji Lingchuan applied the plaster for her, he used his fingers to knead her sprained ankle so that the plaster could penetrate the skin better and take effect.
The ankle gradually became hot from the coolness. Song Yihuan didn't dare to make any sound for fear of alerting Song Nanxin behind the screen. So she could only bite her lower lip and endure it. But such actions were too ambiguous. Gradually, she found that the temperature of her cheeks was getting higher and higher, and her two ears were red to an alarming degree.
Ji Lingchuan looked up accidentally and saw her like this. His eyes darkened. He pulled up her skirt and then stood up as if nothing had happened and returned to his original position.
Almost at the moment he returned to his original position, Song Nanxin also walked out from behind the screen.
Song Nanxin had applied the medicine and changed into a bright-colored dress.
Not noticing anything strange between the two at all, Song Nanxin walked straight towards Ji Lingchuan and pretended to hold his arm. "Son of the Prince, I'm ready. Let's go and pay our respects to Mother Princess."
Ji Lingchuan responded indifferently. He turned around and walked out first, naturally avoiding her approach.
Knowing that he had a cold personality, Song Nanxin took a deep breath and quickly followed him out of the tent.
It wasn't until the two of them disappeared from sight that Song Yihuan let out a breath.
She almost suffocated herself!
But she moved her ankle. She didn't know if it was really because the medicine was effective or because Ji Lingchuan had kneaded the medicine in. But now she really didn't feel any pain at all.
Putting away the bottle of medicine for sprains and bruises, Song Yihuan got up and walked around behind the screen. She picked up the burn medicine left by Song Nanxin and lowered her head to carefully apply it to the burn scar on her hand.