There was no fever even.
But it was too late to leave.
Eldest Princess Jing An clearly wanted to give her time to interact with Xie Xingyun. She did not know why she suddenly decided to make her Xie Xingyun's wife. In the morning, in the carriage, she even wanted to put on the bracelet, passed to her by the late Empress, for her.
It took Bai Xianyu a lot of effort to stop her.
At this moment, she and Xie Xingyun were under the same roof again. Xie Xingyun had obviously drunk alcohol last night and was not completely awake yet. Seeing that she was silent, his innocent eyes were a little aggrieved.
They were less harsh and cold.
"I didn't know that she'll go to you," he said defensively.
Bai Xianyu did not look at him. "Oh."
She was holding clean gauze and medicinal wine in her hand. She took his large hand and unwrapped the original gauze bit by bit. The wound inside was about to be exposed, but a large palm covered her eyes.
