"What's with you? You're so grown up, and yet you can still trip while walking."
Seeing Daohua fall, Xiao Yeyang could no longer stay angry; he quickly turned around and hurried towards her in a few large strides.
Daohua lay flat on the ground; just as she sat up with Wang Manman's help, she said, "And it's all your fault; would I have fallen if it weren't for chasing after you?"
Xiao Yeyang paused, muttering softly, "I... I didn't ask you to chase after ."
"What did you say?"
Watching Daohua with her eyes wide and looking at him angrily, Xiao Yeyang turned his head away and touched his nose.
"Oh no, miss, your hand is bleeding!"
Wang Manman suddenly let out a shriek.
Startled by her scream, Daohua quickly looked down at her hand.
She had been so focused on staring down Xiao Yeyang that she hadn't even noticed her hand was injured.
Seeing that it was just a one-centiter-long cut on the palm of her right hand from the shattered flowerpot, she said nonchalantly, "It's just a small cut; what's there to fuss over?"
"Let see!"
Xiao Yeyang, without waiting for an answer, grabbed Daohua's wrist and, frowning at the wound on her palm, said, "You're so careless; why is that?"
He then took out his handkerchief and carefully wiped the dirt from her hand.
Daohua was surprised to see Xiao Yeyang so ticulously taking care of her wound, feeling sowhat uncomfortable inside. Recalling her recent intentional distance, she suddenly felt a bit embarrassed.
"No, we need to get a doctor to look at this."
After cleaning Daohua's right hand, and seeing the wound still bleeding, Xiao Yeyang imdiately turned to De Fu and instructed.
"No need!"
Daohua shook her head imdiately, took the handkerchief from Xiao Yeyang, and wiped directly over the wound, "See, it stopped bleeding, didn't it? It's just a minor cut, no need to waste effort calling for a doctor."
"You..."
Seeing Daohua's blunt approach, Xiao Yeyang was sowhat speechless, "Can't you be a bit more ladylike? A girl shouldn't be left with scars."
At that, Daohua snorted with laughter, "Why not? Who doesn't have falls and scrapes, what's wrong with having a scar or two?"
Xiao Yeyang huffed and decided it was pointless to argue with soone who seed to be on a completely different wavelength.
If it were any other girl who had fallen and injured her hand, who knows how much they'd be crying?
But her? Not at all!
Seeing Daohua still sitting on the cold ground, Xiao Yeyang stood up, grabbed her arm, and in one swift motion lifted her to her feet.
"Even if we don't call a doctor, you still need so dicine."
This ti, Daohua didn't object and nodded, "That's true." She then turned to Wang Manman, "Go back to my room and get my dicine; it's in..."
Before she could finish, De Fu interrupted, "Miss Yan, I have dicine here; no need to go back for it." As he spoke, he took out a small porcelain bottle from his waist pouch.
"You're so thoughtful, carrying dicine with you," Daohua said with a smile, stretching out her hand to take it.
But unexpectedly, De Fu handed the bottle to Xiao Yeyang with a smile.
And so, Daohua's hand stopped awkwardly in midair.
Having received the dicine bottle, Xiao Yeyang looked around and then pointed to a pavilion nearby, "Let's go to the pavilion to sit, and I'll apply the dicine for you."
"It's too much trouble for you..."
Xiao Yeyang ignored her words and pulled her towards the pavilion.
Wang Manman stepped forward to follow, but De Fu held her back.
"Little Eunuch, what are you doing?"
De Fu's mouth twitched slightly; since he had been serving the Little Prince, it had been a long ti since soone last called him 'Little Eunuch.'
"Look…" De Fu gestured towards Yan Zhigao and his entourage in the distance.
"Your masters must be worried about whether Miss Yan is injured. You should hurry over and let them know she's okay," De Fu said.
Wang Manman turned her head and, sure enough, saw the Madam anxiously looking in this direction. She imdiately nodded and then dashed off like a wisp of smoke.
Indeed, worthy of being Miss Yan's maid, they're all so...hustling and bustling.
...
Seeing this, Defu was slightly stunned.
Indeed, worthy of being Miss Yan's maid, they're all so...hustling and bustling.
...
In the pavilion.
Daohua placed her hand on the stone table, then hissed in pain.
"What's wrong, does it hurt a lot? Shall we get a doctor to take a look?" Xiao Yeyang asked hastily.
Daohua shook her head, "It's not the pain, it's the cold. The table surface is just too icy."
"Where's your handkerchief?" Xiao Yeyang looked at Daohua.
Daohua glanced down at herself and said with an awkward smile, "I forgot to bring my handkerchief."
"You..." Xiao Yeyang was truly at a loss for words, shaking his head in disgust, he unfolded his own handkerchief and spread it out on the stone table, "The handkerchief is a bit dirty, bear with it."
Daohua placed her injured hand on it and raised an eyebrow at Xiao Yeyang, not expecting him to be quite so considerate.
Straightaway, Xiao Yeyang started to apply dicine to Daohua's hand, and during this, he accidentally touched her cold fingertips, furrowing his brows instantly, "Why are your hands so cold?"
Daohua didn't think much of it, "It's nothing. After applying the dicine, I'll just warm them up when I get back to my room."
"You..."
Xiao Yeyang held back again and again, but finally couldn't help himself, "You're a girl, can't you be a little more careful? In the dead of winter, it's bad enough not carrying a handkerchief, but how co you don't even carry a hand warr?"
Daohua, not knowing how to rebut, stubbornly said, "Wasn't I just moving flowerpots? How could I hold onto a hand warr?"
Xiao Yeyang was speechless. "Does your family not have maids or manservants? Does the mistress really need to move things herself?" As he spoke, he looked back at Defu, "I rember there should be spare hand warrs on the carriage?"
Defu imdiately understood, "Exactly, I'll have soone fetch them right away." After speaking, he turned and pursed his lips. What spare ones? They were originally intended as a gift for Miss Yan.
Daohua quickly objected, "No need, my ho also has hand warrs."
Xiao Yeyang said nothing, rely continuing to apply the dication with his head down.
Seeing this, Daohua didn't know what else to say.
Only the two of them remained in the pavilion. Daohua felt the silence was sowhat unsettling and decided to find a topic of conversation. After thinking for a mont, she said, "Why were you angry that day? Do you have any idea how much I suffered after you left?"
Xiao Yeyang's hand paused montarily as he applied the dicine and he fell silent for a while, "I didn't know others would misunderstand you."
Daohua pouted her lips, recalling that day's events, and said, "When you get angry, it's quite frightening, it really took by surprise that day."
Xiao Yeyang looked at Daohua, "At that ti, I was reminded of my mother, and I lost control of my emotions."
"Your mother?" Daohua's eyes instantly widened with curiosity.
Xiao Yeyang pursed his lips and said nothing.
Seeing him like this, Daohua's thoughts began to race.
Thinking of the decree of divorce, Xiao Yeyang's mother... could there be so connection? So, that is why Xiao Yeyang reacted so strongly that day.
Xiao Yeyang, not hearing Daohua speak, looked up to find her eyes wandering again, so he imdiately stretched out his hand and flicked her forehead.
"Stop rolling your eyes around, I can tell you're up to no good just by looking."
Daohua opened her mouth to speak, only to be interrupted by Xiao Yeyang. "Don't ask questions out of turn, and don't think random thoughts."
Daohua was speechless, "You really don't skimp on control, do you? Do you even have to manage what others think?"
Xiao Yeyang remained silent, his mood visibly sinking.
Daohua stayed silent too. At this mont, the Little Prince, who was usually so high above, untad and wilful, seed pitiful, like a lonely, wounded little beast.
Ah, life as the scion of the Imperial Family appears glamorous on the surface, who knows how much sorrow lies beneath.
"Let it be. What's past is past. But we need a clear understanding from now on; in the future, you can't lose your temper at in front of others."
Hearing this, Xiao Yeyang lifted his gaze to look at Daohua, a slight smile played on his lips, "Agreed."
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