Zixi raised his lips slightly and nodded slowly: "Thank you, Your Highness, Princess."

Chu Ning shook his head and just took the needs of each one, there was nothing to thank for, "Sit down. What do I need to prepare for in this palace?"

Zixi understood what she meant and smiled faintly: "A bowl, a dagger, a candle, and some gauze."

She came with nothing, so she detoxified Su Jin and had to prepare everything she needed.

Su Jin came over with a teacup and signaled Zixi to sit in front of the low couch, "During the middle of the night, I'm sorry, Miss Zixi."

"No trouble." Zixi smiled faintly, took the tea he handed over and placed it on a few tables.

Chu Ning walked out.

Su Jin stood aside and looked at Zixi calmly.

"What does Prince Su want to say?"

Su Jin smiled indifferently: "I think Miss Zixi is different from an ordinary woman."

It's really different.

Zixi slightly closed his eyebrows, smiled, and spoke for a moment: "Sit down, put your arm out and put it on the table. I'll take the pulse for the prince consort first."

His voice was calm and he had no fireworks.

Su Jin nodded and sat down opposite Zixi.

Chu Ning quickly brought the thing over, put it in a small tray, and held it with one hand.

The wide sleeves were lifted up, and Su Jin put his left hand on the table, revealing his fair and thin arms. There were still some residual whip marks on his arms. Although they had been healed, the traces would not fade away soon.

In the past two years, he has made all kinds of scars in the princess's mansion and his increasingly thin body. If it weren't for the medicine in the mansion that hangs his life, how could he survive the consequences of his repeated deaths?

Not knowing what he thought of, Su Jin turned to look at Chu Ning with a gentle smile: "Your Highness should have some wound medicine in his hand that can remove scars. Can you give me a bottle later?"

This sentence obviously has a bit of ease and joke.

He and Chu Ning are husband and wife, so he can speak directly if he wants. Chu Ning will never be stingy with him.

But he used to be too ungrateful and ruined Chu Ning's intentions repeatedly.

Chu Ning glanced at him and didn't say anything, but Su Jin knew she agreed.

"The Prince Su is actually quite smart. His temperament seems to be good, humble and polite, gentle and gentle, and looks like a gentleman." Zixi's voice was scattered and she was obviously chatting, "But why was she so...well, I couldn't think about it?"

take things too hard?

Su Jin was stunned and then smiled leisurely.

"Miss Zixi is too subtle." He said, "It was not that I couldn't think it through before, but that I had a water in my mind."

Chu Ning looked at him without any expression.

Is my brain watered?

Zixi raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled calmly: "I have had water in my mind before."

Su Jin was surprised.

"Stretch your right arm out." Zixi said.

Su Jin didn't say anything, took back his left hand and replaced his right hand.

Zixi lifted his sleeves, put his fingertips on his wrist as usual, and continued to take the pulse.

Chu Ning stood aside and looked silently.

Time passed little by little, and the hall was as quiet as snow.

The noble and majestic eldest princess's mansion seemed to be a sleeping dragon at night, so quiet that only the rustling sound of the wind blowing on the treetops outside the hall.

Not long after, Zixi withdrew his hand and said lightly: "This one."

Su Jin was slightly stunned and didn't understand what she meant.

Just this...this hand?
Chapter completed!