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The smell of blood spread quickly, and even if you couldn't see it, it was still better than having the senses of a blind person. "If it's really not possible... even if it's just a piece of broken stone... I want it, given by the master." "Forget it," I interrupted with a smile, "Wrapped in gauze like this, it can't be tailored and can't be measured. Let's talk about something else."
"But, my lord, I, I can--"
"Yan Zhi!" I shouted, gripping the scabbard, finally restraining my temper. "Don't be too noisy."
The grand ceremony in the palace is approaching, and I have been visiting the noble families to convey the monarch's intentions. I have not returned for several days, and I haven't even attended the official education much.
Until today's heavy snow, the monarch allowed my family to rest. When I returned home suddenly, there was no carriage prepared, so I walked home in the snow. In front of the mansion, apart from a few maidservants clearing the snow, Yan Zhi also stood outside the gate, dressed in tattered clothes.
As I walked with my umbrella, a maid bowed and knelt before me. One of them, who was closer, reached out and pulled at Yan Zhi's hem. Yan Zhi moved slowly, as if not fully recovered from his injury. I asked him, "With such a weak body, do you still dare to brave the wind and cold?"
Yan Zhi There is a white strip on his eyes, and the wind has messed up his hair: "Master, I have a naturally cold body and I'm not afraid of the cold."
I joked, "Since you're not afraid of the cold, then kneel for a few more days."
"Yes."
He still wanted to bow in thanks, but I tapped his back with my umbrella and said, "Is your wound healed? Don't die outside the door and end up with the title of a mistreated domestic servant." Yan Zhi remained silent. I turned to look at the maid serving him, who shook her head and said, "Young Master Yan's wound hasn't shown any improvement in half a month." "The young master concealed it well. I was unaware at first, until the wound began to fester and emit a foul smell. That's when I..."
She said, wiping away her tears.
I'm also tired. I just returned to the mansion and have to deal with the household chores without changing my clothes.
Seeing Yan Zhi in such a devastated state again, it's fake to say I'm not angry, but there's nowhere to vent.
I waved my hand and had the maid help Yan Zhi to the side room.
The side room had no charcoal fire, and it was so cold that people's breath turned white as they spoke.
I used a dagger to open his inner garment, and the gauze was stuck to the wound, oozing a faint white liquid.
I frowned and said, "Yan Zhi, do you think you can win anyone's sympathy by relying on your pain?"
Yan Zhi sweated on his forehead, looking much thinner, with sunken cheeks and a less beautiful face than before.
"A worthless life deserves no sympathy. It's fortunate that the wound hasn't become infected despite the servant not changing the dressing for ten days."
Yan Zhi said without any problem on the surface, but in his words and expressions, he was questioning why I hadn't come to see him. I glanced at the maid and explained in a light tone, "There have been recent grand ceremonies, so I've been busy. Are you blaming me for it?" Yan Zhi shook his head and said, "I'm just a lowly entertainer, how could I dare to blame the master."
"Just knowing is enough." I rubbed my shoulder and used a dagger to separate the gauze from the wound. Other than the initial white thick disgust, fortunately there was no bleeding, and it didn't irritate Yan Zhi's wound. The maid had good eyesight and came over to lift her hand and bow, saying, "Miss, let me take care of it."
I scraped the white paste on the dagger onto the hand of the maid and said nonchalantly, "Lick it clean and then call the physician for treatment."
"Miss... Miss?"
The maid knelt down, attempting to struggle.
I threw away the dagger, rubbed my forehead, and sat on the grandmaster's chair: "If you find it troublesome, go and receive the punishment with the dungeon."
The maid sobbed, gulped down the food, and ran away, enduring the nausea.
Yan Zhi then asked me, "Master, why do you want to punish her?"
I rose from the Grand Tutor's chair and stood by the window, peering into the wind and snow: "If I dislike something, it should be humiliated and die for no reason."
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