"Mm, it's quite sweet," Cheng Xiran replied indistinctly while munching on a date.
"Daybreak is near. Let's go," Helian Duo said as he reached up to put on his hat behind him. In the blink of an eye, he vanished without a trace.
"He leaves quite quickly," Cheng Xiran murmured as she brushed off the fruit scraps on her body. Her clear, bright eyes gazed at the door of the ancestral hall. The hazy morning light filtered through the window paper and reflected in her eyes.
The punishment of kneeling was over. It was time to return to her room.
"Ouch!" Cheng Xiran flopped onto the soft bed. The scab on the whip wound from yesterday had cracked open, causing excruciating pain. She didn't dare to move a muscle.
"This Prime Minister Cheng is really ruthless. Although my soul doesn't belong to his daughter, this body is truly his own flesh and blood. He really had the heart to do it!"
Cheng Xiran, who had endured the whip lashes without a single cry yesterday, was now wailing non - stop. Suddenly, the voice of Zhuque came from the door.
"Miss, there's a visitor for you."
Huh? At this moment, there was actually someone coming to see her? Cheng Xiran pondered for a moment and then calmly allowed the person outside to enter.
The door creaked open, and in walked a man in the guise of a guard. He looked somewhat familiar—it was Zuo Yan, the guard beside Helian Duo.
The master came in the middle of the night last night, and today it's Zuo Yan's turn?
Cheng Xiran raised her delicate eyebrows with interest. Her watery eyes calmly looked at Zuo Yan, who had his head down.
"Miss Cheng, this is the excellent golden sore medicine our master asked me to bring for your wound," Zuo Yan presented the medicine while still keeping his head down, not daring to overstep.
"Very good. Please thank your master for me and tell him that I'll invite him to dinner after my wound heals," Cheng Xiran glanced at Zhuque beside her. Zhuque quickly stepped forward and presented the medicine to Cheng Xiran.
Cheng Xiran picked up the bottle of golden sore medicine. She played with the patterns on the outside of the bottle and examined it carefully. Goodness, she had only seen this kind of thing in the treasury of the Cheng Mansion, where it was treasured. It must be for exclusive use in the palace.
"Yes," Zuo Yan got the reply and withdrew outside with the maid.
This guy is quite nice. The image of Helian Duo's cold and aloof appearance flashed through Cheng Xiran's mind. She grinned and asked Zhuque beside her to apply the medicine.
Time flew by in the blink of an eye. Cheng Xiran stared at her back in the mirror, where only faint scars remained. She looked quite satisfied.
"Where are you going, Miss?" the coachman asked respectfully while driving the carriage.
"Drunken Immortal Tower."
The time Cheng Xiran had agreed with Helian Duo had arrived.
The carriage slowly drove towards the intersection of the Drunken Immortal Tower. In the elegant private room on the second floor, Helian Duo's figure gradually became clear. He held a jade - green teacup in his hand, and his cold black eyes fell on the carriage getting closer and closer downstairs.
It was the carriage of the Cheng Mansion. She was here.
Cheng Xiran, who had been cooped up in the room and was almost moldy, couldn't wait to lift the curtain of the carriage. A snow - white arm was exposed to the air and also caught Helian Duo's eye.
Cheng Xiran got off the carriage. As soon as she looked up, she crashed straight into Helian Duo's ink - colored eyes. She was stunned for a moment and then broke into a bright smile, like a blooming flower.
"Cough..." Helian Duo instinctively averted his gaze from her direct look. He clenched his fist and pressed it against his thin lips, clearing his throat.
"You saved me when I fell into the water last time, and you also gave me the golden sore medicine," Cheng Xiran sat down on the cushion generously. She waved her hand and called the waiter over. "What would you like to eat? I'll treat you."