Part Eleven
Translator: Kii
At this ti, the man finally seed able to recover from the pain of being “ambushed.” He then looked down at the culprit. ng was still hiding her face and kneeling on the ground. She inwardly blad Sword Spirit for not hurrying up and coming up with a solution to the problem in front of them.
“You are hurt,” the man kindly reminded her in a gentle voice.
Hearing this, only then did ng notice the burst of burning heat coming from her left arm. She turned and saw a long, bloody mark around ten centiters long there. The wound was probably not deep, as there wasn’t much blood coming out.
ng casually wiped her arm on her pants and then looked up at the man. His gentle voice made her less scared. But who knew that this one look would actually cause her to stare blankly for quite so ti…
When the man saw her wipe her arm so casually, he frowned and said in a displeased tone, “A wound should be properly taken care of. Co with , I’ll help you wrap it.”
After saying that, he stretched his own hand toward ng to help her up, posture and expression perfect and elegant.
Faced with such a handso guy, ng’s face turned red. When she looked at her own hands that were covered with a mixture of blood and mud, she did not dare to take the hand of the man who was wearing a white, long-sleeved dress shirt and white gloves. With a strained smile, ng got up by herself.
The man did not seem to expect that she would not take his hand. Only after staring blankly at her for a while did he calmly guide ng inside of the beautiful palace.
As they were walking, ng was panicking. No matter how one looked at it, she was an intruder. So if she just followed this person, it was hard to say that she wouldn’t walk right into a prison. She couldn’t help but reach for the sword on her back and shake it violently, whispering, “Hey! Why are you keeping silent? What do I do now?”
After being shaken like that, Sword Spirit finally returned to his senses. Seeing ng’s anxious look, Sword Spirit put aside the issue of the man’s appearance and started to think of a way to solve the current problem. However, as he saw it, the current situation was actually pretty good. Falling down from a tree was easy, but hitting soone on the way down was comparably harder. On top of that, the person that had been hit just happened to be a pretty handso guy (Sword Spirit couldn’t help but praise himself a bit). The likelihood of sothing like this happening was even less than the chances of winning the lottery.
“Go with him,” Sword Spirit said with so excitent.
ng shot him a strange look, but she couldn’t think of any better ideas, so she could only follow the man in front of her, all the way into the inside of the palace. In front of her was a long corridor lit with several candles on both sides. It was very well illuminated. The stone floor was polished to a smooth finish, and was so clean that there wasn’t even a single speck of dust. She could nearly see her own reflection. It made walking difficult for ng. She was afraid that her dirty shoes would leave footprints on the corridor floor.
Although she didn’t leave any footprints, ng had overlooked her bleeding arm. A mont of thoughtlessness, and just like that, several drops of blood had fallen. Contrasted with such a snowy white floor, those drops of blood looked even more obvious. Frantic, ng secretly tried to wipe away those drops of blood by shuffling her feet several tis.
But just at that mont, the man turned around and said with a slight smile, “Please co this way.”
When she heard that voice, ng imdiately drew her foot back. She looked up at his face, but she didn’t see any strange expressions, only the sa polite smile. But a whisper ca from the sword on ng’s back. “You’ve really done it now. His impression of you must have gone down by several points.”
Hearing Sword Spirit say such words, ng beca nervous again, thinking, I’m done for, done for! How many points got deducted?
She walked uneasily into the room the man had indicated. It looked like a reception room. There were a few ornate chairs and a small tea table inside. A few landscape paintings hung on the walls. ng went in and imdiately felt softness beneath her feet. She looked down and found the floor was covered with a thick, blue velvet carpet. This made ng even more nervous. She imdiately clutched her wounded arm tightly against her chest, afraid of getting a single drop of blood on the carpet.
“Please sit down for a mont. I will bring over the dical supplies.” The man smiled and left.
Hearing him say so, ng then looked for the plainest chair to sit in. However, even the plainest of the chairs was either soft and cushioned or delicately carved, which caused ng to sit uncomfortably.
“Why are you sitting so close to the edge? Do you have hemorrhoids?” Looking at how she was sitting, Sword Spirit really couldn’t stand it. How can she manage to seduce a handso guy while looking like that?
ng gave Sword Spirit a glare, sat a little further back, and said, “I’m just afraid to get this chair dirty. The palace is too gorgeous, so I have to be careful at all tis. It’s so troubleso.”
Sword Spirit couldn’t help but roll his eyes at her. He said wryly, “Please, this is what you call romantic. Would you rather go to a food market with your loved one, while you carry two bags of vegetables and he clutches a chicken?”
He then glanced again at ng and sighed, “But speaking of which, your get up with this pair of blue and white slippers is indeed more appropriate for going to the market. In this palace, no matter how you look at it, it just looks weird.”
Before ng could retort, from the door ca two knocks. Then, the man from earlier ca into the room again. In his hands, he carried a small, gilded, sapphire blue box.
That thing can’t be a first-aid kit, right? ng narrowed her eyes at the object that looked like a jewelry box.
When the man reached ng’s side, he opened the box and began to disinfect and wrap the injury for ng. The bandages, potion bottles, and other objects inside it clearly told ng that it really was a first-aid box. For ng, the box was more expensive than the most valuable pearl earring in her house.
“What’s the point of using such a good box as a first-aid kit? The potions won’t be better, and regardless of where a bandage is kept, it’s still used to wrap wounds,” ng couldn’t help mumbling.
However, Sword Spirit, who was behind her, fought back his urge to scold this woman for her obliviousness to the romantic mood. Just why is she caring about how a first-aid kit looks like at a ti like this? Shouldn’t she be thinking about the man who is half-kneeling and helping her bandage her wound, about how he’s super handso, how this is really romantic, or sothing like that?
Wait for him to leave before scolding her. Wait for him to leave before scolding her. Sword Spirit silently chanted to himself. I definitely can’t break up this two “person” atmosphere right now. If he didn’t speak, he wouldn’t count as a person, but if he were to speak, he would count as half a person. Romance is a matter between two people. There couldn’t even be a half a person more than that.
“What did you just say?” The man who was originally concentrating on bandaging the wound looked up and asked.
ng waved her hand hurriedly. “No- Nothing at all!”
He smiled and didn’t question any further.
On the other hand, it was ng who then spoke up, looking at the door with worry in her eyes as she asked, “Hey you, won’t we get found if we are here? You know, I did get in by climbing the wall…”
Hearing ng’s words, the man asked with slight surprise, “Don’t you know that I’m Edward?”
ng blinked. “Edward? No, I don’t know you. Are you famous?”
It seed to be the first ti Edward had been asked a question of this nature. He stared blankly for a while, and then answered a little hesitantly, “I think so? I don’t go out often, so I don’t know if I’m really famous or not.”
“What’s your job?” ng beca curious.
“My job? Well…” Edward’s expression grew sowhat awkward. He didn’t know how to reply.
“Is this question really hard to answer?” ng said to herself out of habit, not knowing what was wrong with her question.
Edward seed to think that if he didn’t answer the lady’s question, he would co off as very rude. Even though he was reluctant, he still answered hesitantly, “M-My job is a prince.”
“Prince? What kind of occupation is that?” Receiving such an answer, ng was confused and her brain couldn’t really comprehend it.
“Ah!~~ What a stupid woman!” At last, Sword Spirit couldn’t bear it anymore and shouted angrily, “Prince is not his occupation but his identity!”
ng was shocked. Her brain seed to turn around and finally connect to its right place. “A prince.” These two words hit ng’s mind hard.
The person in front of helping wrap my wound is actually a prince?
Sword Spirit shook his body—the blade—crazily and lanted, “Falling from a tree and hitting a handso guy is like winning the lottery. It’s worth tens of millions. Falling from a tree and hitting a handso prince is simply—priceless!”
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