Back and forth: I brought supplies to help the impoverished prince

Chapter 145 Things change and people change

Early the next morning, Qiao Shinian got dressed and tried to tie her hair up by herself, but she was not a dexterous person. After three attempts, she gave up and sat in front of the dressing table waiting for Yingzhu to arrive.

"Miss, you're up." When Yingzhu entered the room carrying some water, she saw Qiao Shinian sitting there in a daze.

She nodded and smiled as she greeted Yingzhu: "Good morning Yingzhu, I will have to trouble you to help me tie my hair from now on."

"The girl's hair is so nice and smooth." Yingzhu put down the basin and went to take care of Qiao Shinian's hair.

Qiao Shinian smiled, not knowing what to say for a moment. In such an atmosphere, she felt a little uneasy.

Mu Qingchen was in a bad mood and she didn't want to disturb him, but she was too worried about Wen Jiu's situation.

It's just a proton. Anyone can see that it has no value. Things without value are generally treated as garbage.

What about Wen Jiu? Will he be killed?

To be honest, she was scared.

The bag that Wen Jiu packed for her contained basically all the things that she and he used regularly, including medicine, pens, warm clothes, all their own banknotes, her jewelry, and some seeds.

She was worried about the seeds. If she hid them, where would she hide them safely? At least the Zhou Kingdom couldn't get them.

At the same time, she also felt sorry for Mu Qingchen. At least what she had in her hands could change some of the situations in Zhou Kingdom.

She sat in her room and ate breakfast. After finishing her meal, she still pulled Yingzhu and asked worriedly, "Mu Qingchen, is he... okay?"

The smile on Yingzhu's face faded a little, and she shook her head: "The prince...he locked himself in the room and drank all night, and now..."

Yingzhu looked at Qiao Shinian with an embarrassed look on her face: "After he came back, no one was allowed to approach his room except for someone to bring wine to his room. Miss, I dare to ask you to go and take a look."

Qiao Shinian held the pen, a little dazed. She looked at Yingzhu's pleading eyes and was silent for a while before she lowered her head to stare at the plan she had written.

"Can't you go in?"

"Don't dare to disobey the prince's orders."

"Then you go prepare gauze and anti-inflammatory drugs and the like. I'll go take a look." Qiao Shinian stood up and wanted to get her own medicine for Mu Qingchen. Just as she walked to the dressing table, she stopped and turned to leave.

"Was he like this before?" Qiao Shinian asked Qingyu who was guarding the gate of the courtyard.

Qingyu looked at Mo Yang who was also at the door. Seeing him nod, she said, “There was one time, when Concubine Liu was named Concubine.”

Qiao Shinian nodded and waited for Yingzhu to bring the things. She carried the medicine, gauze and medicine and walked into the yard where Mu Qingchen was.

His yard was very deserted, with only a small patch of bamboo in the corner and a stone table next to the bamboo.

The entire yard was empty and it didn't look like a prince's residence at all.

She could smell the faint smell of alcohol before she even got close to the house. She stepped onto the steps and knocked on the door tentatively: "Mu Qingchen, can I come in?"

There was no response from the room.

"Mu Qingchen, if you don't answer, I'll come in." Qiao Shinian was so nervous that her hands were shaking. She was a little scared.

She gently pushed open the door, and the strong smell of alcohol instantly entered her nose.

Fortunately, the room was not dark. Qiao Shinian stepped inside tentatively. She was afraid that after getting drunk, Mu Qingchen would attack her in self-defense. He would not need a flying knife. Perhaps in the hands of these martial artists, a broken porcelain piece would be enough to cut her throat.

Qiao Shinian walked into the inner room. The room was not too big, but the things inside were obviously good stuff. The carpet beside the bed looked like animal fur.

The bed looked very expensive, and when she glanced at the decorations on the two swords hanging in the room, her heart skipped a beat. How luxurious!

Looking around the room, he only saw neatly arranged wine jars, but no Mu Qingchen.

"Mu Qingchen? Are you in the room?"

"Well, I'm here."

When Qiao Shinian heard the hoarse voice, she almost dropped what she was holding. She stumbled back a step in fright, and some of the water in the basin spilled out.

The sound came from the bed, and she noticed that the curtains that would normally be hung were now down.

"Um, are you okay? I heard that you didn't treat your wound, so I came to check on you."

"Where are the things? Go ahead. I'm fine." His voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't heard Qiao Shinian leave for a long time. He chuckled, "Do you want to lift the curtain to see if I'm okay?"

Qiao Shinian had already checked all the wine jars. Seven jars that could hold about three kilograms of wine were all empty.

"Are you sure you're fine?" Qiao Shinian asked.

"Can't die."

She had never heard him speak in such a dejected tone.

"Then come out, I'll let them come in and treat your wounds."

"No need, they are just flesh wounds, they won't kill you." Mu Qingchen replied.

Qiao Shinian put down the things in her hands, she mustered up the courage to walk to Mu Qingchen's bed and pulled open the bed curtain!

Mu Qingchen was sitting on the bed with a yellow box in his hand. There was a pool of blood on his back. He looked up at her blankly and said, "You've become braver."

Looking at his pale cheeks and scarlet eyes, Qiao Shinian held the curtain tightly to prevent herself from retreating.

She asked, "Why don't you treat the wound first? Doesn't it hurt?"

Mu Qingchen stared at Qiao Shinian infatuatedly. He raised the box in his hand slightly and said, "Why do they not allow me to do anything I want? Father told me to live well and not to resent my ninth brother.

My mother asked me to pretend that I didn’t know her, and she said that Brother Nine was the one she loved the most.

Brother Jiu told me not to resist his decision, or he would have plenty of ways to punish me."

Qiao Shinian didn't say anything. She just kept her current posture and said softly, "Let's take care of the wound first, okay?"

"You don't want to listen to what I really think." Mu Qingchen raised his hand to draw down the curtain, but Qiao Shinian didn't let go.

"This is what's best for both you and me. You shouldn't tell me about such private matters. You should tell someone who shares your political stance. I can't have too much empathy with you, otherwise I'm afraid I'll give you something that belongs to Wen Jiu.

This is a betrayal of the agreement between me and him. Mu Qingchen, everyone has a vulnerable side, you shouldn't tell me these deeper privacy."

"But no one can listen anymore. Wen Wenshan is dead, beaten to death by refugees!" Mu Qingchen's tears suddenly flowed from his eyes, and he showed a painful expression: "Do you know? In order to make him draw a clear line between me and me, I completely cut off contact with him!"

"I don't ask him to get promoted, I just want him to live in peace! He said that only if he has nothing to do with me, Wen Wenshan can live! But why! Why didn't he even agree to this little request!"

Qiao Shinian couldn't help but take a step back. She turned around and wanted to leave. These were not things she could listen to, at least not from a heavyweight client like Mu Qingchen!

"Don't go!" Mu Qingchen stood up and hugged Qiao Shinian tightly from behind.

Qiao Shinian wanted to shout, but she found that the entire palace was filled with Mu Qingchen's people. She was just an outsider, and it was useless even if she shouted at the top of her lungs.

"I want to live too! Don't tell me this! I don't want to hear it!"

"I'm sorry, I lost my temper." Mu Qingchen regained some of his sanity amid Qiao Shinian's growl, "Go away, let Qingyu in."

"I'm sorry for making you worry. I'm sorry for scaring you just now. I won't do it again in the future. Don't worry."