Chapter 20: The Golden-Woven Phoenix

Although Lu Huaijin didn't use much strength, in front of so many people, a sense of shame and anger gradually welled up in Lin Wanyu's heart.

"Your Highness, please calm down..."

Lu Huaijin lowered his eyes and looked at the dark circles under the little girl's eyes. He took a deep breath, let go of her, and strode towards her bedroom.

Lin Wanyu lowered her eyes, composed herself for a moment. Just as she was about to follow him to attend to him, Si Chen outside the door presented a tray to her.

"Your Highness's wounds need to be dressed. Especially the arrow wound on his shoulder is quite serious. Please pay more attention, miss. I have to go back to tidy up the main hall. I'll trouble Miss Lin."

Lin Wanyu raised her eyes and glanced at Si Chen. A look of embarrassment flashed across her eyes.

"Yes."

When she entered the bedroom with the medicine in her hand, she saw Lu Huaijin sitting on the couch, eyes closed, resting.

By now, his white robe was stained with blood. The small space was filled with the sticky and pungent smell of blood.

Lin Wanyu had never seen such a scene before. She walked over with the medicine in her hand. When she spoke, her voice was already trembling.

"This slave will dress Your Highness's wounds."

Lu Huaijin didn't move. His voice was deep and cold. "Was it you who sent another woman to attend to this prince?"

Lin Wanyu's heart skipped a beat. She immediately understood the reason for his anger.

"This slave is just a servant. Your Highness overestimates this slave."

She put down the medicine and stood in front of him. Then she continued, "Please take off your outer robe, Your Highness. This slave will dress your wounds."

Lu Huaijin looked up at her. There was a hint of helplessness in his ink - colored eyes.

"Didn't Nanny Qin teach you how to attend to a master that night?"

Lin Wanyu pursed her red lips. She lowered her eyes, walked over to him, knelt down, and reached out to untie his belt.

Her slender, fair fingertips, as delicate as green onions, carefully grasped the lapel of his robe.

The graceful figure of the woman in front of him swayed slightly and then slowly rose. A faint fragrance permeated the air around them. It seemed that the smell of blood in the room had lessened a lot.

Lu Huaijin's throat tightened. It seemed as if black ink was surging in his eyes. He slowly closed his eyes to barely suppress the heat in his heart.

When his white robe was taken off and the wounds on his body were exposed, Lin Wanyu's fingertips trembled slightly and her eyes grew hot.

She had grown up in a world of luxury since childhood. How could she have ever seen such a scene?

"Your Highness is of noble status. How could you have suffered such serious injuries?"

Normally, even a small cut on her hand would make her feel extremely painful, not to mention the long wounds on Lu Huaijin's body.

Lu Huaijin looked up at her. The sight of the woman with red - rimmed eyes seemed as if she really felt sorry for him.

He hooked his lips faintly and didn't want to say much, for fear of scaring her.

"It was just a minor scratch during military training. It's just a small injury. It's nothing serious."

Lin Wanyu knew that this was just a comfort to her, but she didn't expose it.

She had already overstepped her bounds by asking that question just now. How could she question her master's words?

The medicine Si Chen had brought was all excellent medicine from the palace. Lin Wanyu had just applied it for a short while, and the bleeding stopped.

Fortunately, Lu Huaijin's wounds were all on his upper body. Even so, by the time Lin Wanyu had dressed and bandaged all his wounds, her little face had turned as red as an apple.

"Your Highness, this slave will go and get you some new clothes."

By now, Lu Huaijin's face had turned even paler, and he looked much more haggard.

He sat there with his eyes tightly closed, saying nothing.

This was what Lu Huaijin looked like when he let down all his defenses.

Lin Wanyu stood in front of him and stared blankly for a long time. She actually felt a little sorry for him.

Since she had come to this prince's mansion, she had seen him in danger twice. Others only saw his glorious appearance, but no one knew that beneath the glory were all cold sword blades.

"Do I look good?"

The man's deep and hoarse voice rang in her ear. Lin Wanyu's heart skipped a beat. Her fair neck and ears turned red.

"This slave..."

"Go and get the clothes!"

Lu Huaijin looked up at her. He saw the little girl in front of him quickly salute and then flee in a hurry.

After watching the slender figure disappear, Lu Huaijin's eyes gradually darkened. A hint of cruelty flashed across his brows.

Now the competition for the crown prince's position was getting fiercer and fiercer. One by one, people had already started to take sides. He also had to make plans early.

A quarter of an hour later, Lin Wanyu returned. Looking at the half - naked man in front of her, the blush that had just faded from her face reappeared.

"Your Highness, the clothes are here."

"Okay!"

"..."

Lin Wanyu knew that he wouldn't "let her off" so easily.

"This slave will help Your Highness change clothes."

After she finished speaking, the man in front of her didn't say a word, which meant he agreed.

Lin Wanyu picked up the inner garment and compared it in front of Lu Huaijin. Since the man in front of her didn't move at all, she could only gently lift his hand, put one sleeve on, and then put on the other.

The woman's fingertips were warm, and her movements were gentle. Every touch seemed to stir Lu Huaijin's heartstrings.

Lu Huaijin lowered his eyes. The little girl was kneeling in front of him, carefully buttoning his clothes. Her cheeks were blushing, with bright teeth and red lips. She didn't show much expression, but she was extremely charming.

He slowly raised his hand, and his fingertips pressed against her red lips and gently rubbed them.

Lin Wanyu subconsciously raised her eyes and looked into his.

One was looking down, and the other was looking up. As their eyes met, an ambiguous atmosphere filled the air.

The man leaned forward slightly. His hot and heavy breath sprayed in her ear. The tingly feeling made Lin Wanyu tremble all over.

"Your Highness... Your Highness should take the medicine."

Lin Wanyu withdrew her gaze, let go of her hand, and stood up to go and get the medicine.

Just as she was about to leave, her slender waist was hooked. Lin Wanyu turned over and straddled Lu Huaijin's lap. Her neck was grabbed by a big hand, and she was forced to lean forward and kiss the man's lips.

Lin Wanyu was concerned about his wounds and didn't dare to move around. She let him hold her hand and place it on his chest.

The man's skin was burning hot, like a stove. The fire it ignited gradually spread from her palm to every part of her body.

"Huaijin, Huaijin. I've come to see you, Huaijin..."

Suddenly, a man's voice came from the door. Lin Wanyu was so frightened that her back went cold. She quickly got out of Lu Huaijin's arms, lowered her eyes, and stood there at a loss.

Lu Huaijin frowned tightly. There was a hint of annoyance between his brows. He raised his hand to put on his loose clothes.

"Your Highness, Your Highness. Our young master is sleeping. Please, Your Highness..."

"Stand aside, Xiaochunqiao. Don't you know what kind of relationship I have with your young master? Haven't I slept with him before!"

When the man rushed in, he saw such a scene. He was so shocked that he stood there, not knowing whether he should stay or go!

Lu Huaijin was sitting on the couch with his clothes in disarray. The woman beside him was standing there with a blushing face. It was exactly the scene after an intimate encounter that had been suddenly interrupted.

The man coughed dryly and said with affected solemnity, "Cough, it seems that I've come at a bad time."

Lu Huaijin looked up at him. There was a hint of coldness in his long and narrow eyes.

He ignored the man and turned to Lin Wanyu and said, "Tell Si Chen to come and pour tea for His Highness, the Prince of Chang."

Prince Lu Zian of Chang raised his eyebrows. His eyes lingered on Lin Wanyu. "Isn't there a ready - made maid here? I don't want Si Chen to attend to me today. Let her attend to me!"