Transmigrating into a female supporting role in a book

In this situation, hearing Prince Yu's voice didn't seem to be the worst thing. Anyway, I was just an insignificant eunuch, being pressed to the ground by a group of lackeys who were eager to show their favor to Prince Duan, with my cheek pressed against the cold stone slab and a cake mixed with mud and sand in my mouth. No one would even look at such an embarrassing scene.

Prince Yu put his hand on the shoulder of Prince Duan, Jiang Che, and chuckled, "You, are you playing tricks on me again?"

The figure following behind him seemed to be looking in my direction. When our eyes met, although my vision was blurred by tears and I couldn't see his expression, the familiar outline of his figure made me inexplicably nervous for a moment. Although I knew he would definitely not recognize who I was, I still hoped in my heart that he would stop looking at me, stop looking at me.

Situ Jue just glanced at them, greeted them indifferently, and walked through the corridor into the study of the princes and grandchildren at the other end.

Fortunately, he was just passing by, and I breathed a sigh of relief. It's strange. After giving up the identity of Zhenbei Princess, Situ Jue should have been completely deleted from my world. Why do my emotions fluctuate every time I see him? Is it because the memory of the original body is still there, so I still have feelings for him?

Impossible! Impossible! I have never had any feelings for Situ Jue, so how can I still have feelings for her?

"I don't know what mistakes the people in my Hanzhang Court made that required Prince Duan to teach them a lesson personally..." I was a little dazed when Fang Yian appeared in front of me with two young eunuchs.

Soon, the foot that was stepping on me was kicked away, and I was lifted up from the ground.

Jiang Che had no intention of really doing anything to me. Prince Yu seemed to have said something to him, and now that Chief Steward Fang was here, this probably made the emperor's grandson experience for the first time what it meant to be in the imperial court.

It didn't take much effort to free me, and I was carried back on the back of a young eunuch.

I wanted to walk by myself, but my knees seemed to be injured when I was forced to kneel on the gravel road. My summer shirt was thin, and it immediately bled. After returning to Fang Yian's yard, he walked in front without looking back, and only said, "Bring the person to my room."

The eunuch who was carrying me on his back did not hesitate and sent me over directly.

After a while, someone brought a basin of water and a towel for washing, and someone else brought a medicine box. Fang Yian waved his hand and asked them to leave. "You can go and do your own things. They are all small matters. He will handle them himself." After sending everyone away, he walked towards the door.

I thought he was going to leave the house to me and really let me deal with it myself, but he just closed the door, turned back and sat next to me, looked me up and down, and said, "You are amazing!"

The tears that had stopped flowing suddenly started to flow again for unknown reasons. The key point was that my cheeks and the corners of my lips were injured, and it hurt when the tears rushed down. The pain made me cry even harder.

"Stop crying. How can you let someone hit you in the face? Don't you remember that this is your own face? If it gets ruined, not only will your whole face be crooked, let alone recover." Fang Yian said seriously. It didn't seem like he was comforting me at all. Instead, it seemed like he was waiting to see me make a fool of myself.

When I heard that facial injuries might affect the disguise technique, I immediately stopped crying. However, it was hard to straighten out my sobbing breathing rhythm. I asked him with sobs, "My face...is crooked...?"

His palm reached behind my skull and his fingers stretched into my hair, pressing a certain acupuncture point. The severe pain made me close my eyes tightly and bite my lower lip to prevent myself from screaming. Then I felt him pulling out a thin silver needle from the back of my head.

Because the needle was as clean as new and bloodless, I couldn't imagine that it was pulled out of my head. After all, I had only learned the basics of disguise, which was to change my appearance by pushing acupuncture points. I hadn't learned advanced courses like using external objects and silver needles to pierce acupuncture points. Looking at the thing in his hand, I couldn't help feeling a little unreal.

"Treat the injured area first." Fang Yian put away the silver needle, then wrung out the towel soaked in the basin and brought it towards my face.

I subconsciously stepped back and reached out to take it. "I'll do it myself. It's not worth the butler's help on such a small matter."

But he covered my fingers with his handkerchief instead, "Do it yourself?"

Where the hot and damp handkerchief touched, it hurt so much that I grimaced and gasped.

I forgot that when I was bullied by that group of people before, someone took advantage of the chaos and stepped on my palm several times. My fingers and the back of my hand are all injured, and some places are swollen.

So I stopped trying to be stubborn and just sat there quietly, letting Fang Yian help me clean the wound.

After scrubbing them, he asked me to soak my hands in a small copper basin, saying that it contained medicine that could relieve pain and was very beneficial for external injuries.

I did as he asked, and then he sat closer to me, pinched my chin and began to treat the wounds on the corners of my lips and cheeks, using a colorless and odorless ointment that felt icy cold.

His gestures were very gentle and the application process was quick. Apart from occasional eye contact, he basically kept his eyes on the site of my injury.

"Were you a medical student? You seem to be very skilled in doing these things." I couldn't help but ask.

He glanced at me and said, "When the ointment is applied to the edge of your mouth, don't talk anymore. This external medicine, if swallowed... it won't be good."

"Ah? Can't you put it in your mouth?" I just asked when he gently rubbed my lips with his thumb. I felt the slippery ointment being applied on me, and I subconsciously closed my mouth.

The other corner of my mouth was also applied with medicine. The touch of his fingers was a little subtle, and I couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"Hurt?" He stared at me.

Just as I was about to answer, I remembered what he said and shook my head.

He lifted my chin with his fingertips, moved it left and right to check the wound on my cheek, and chuckled, "My son has the same temper as me. They are really a close father and son."

Although I knew he was not teasing my injury, I was still unhappy that he was playing with me like a toy. But because of the ointment on my lips, I couldn't speak, so I could only glare at him in dissatisfaction.

"You glared at me? It seems that I left too early. You, an ungrateful thing, should suffer more!" As he spoke, his eyes turned and his movements became more severe. "Could it be that you want to be the Princess of Zhenbei again and wait for your infatuated prince to rescue you?"

I frowned and listened to him continue, "People outside say that the King of Zhenbei is infatuated with the princess. He knows that the princess has been buried in the sea of ​​fire for nearly half a year, but he will never admit that the princess is dead. He is still obsessed with finding her. Even when His Majesty planned to marry him to the daughter of the Zong family, he would rather die than marry her."

I finally couldn't help it and asked, "What does it have to do with me?"

Ah... the ointment slipped into my mouth, it was so bitter...