Transmigrating into a female supporting role in a book

I pulled my wet hands out of the copper basin and stood up to get some water to drink. This medicine is so bitter, no wonder it is for external application.

Fang Yian was amused by my appearance. He took the teapot before me, filled a cup of tea and handed it to me.

I was about to reach out to take it, but he took the cup back and said, "Put your hand back and I'll feed you."

The cup of tea was brought to my mouth, and the temperature of the tea was just right. After I finished drinking it, he took the cup away and gently wiped the water stains from the corners of my lips with his thumb. Everything was done very naturally.

Thinking back to the time when I was poisoned inexplicably in Furong Palace and vomited and was unconscious, it seemed that Fang Yian was taking care of me. I have to say that he is worthy of being someone close to the emperor. He is very professional in taking care of people, and his hands and strength are just right. If it weren't for his identity, such actions would easily make people have romantic thoughts.

The hot water in the copper basin gradually lost its temperature, and my hands were almost soaked, so he lowered his head and applied medicine on me.

Not only that, even the injuries on the knees and calves were treated.

He held my ankle and lifted it onto his knee, then rolled up my trouser legs as if nothing had happened and began to apply medicine.

I stared at his hands, wondering what he was trying to do. No matter who he was, he was not the type to apply medicine to his subordinates. Although the wound on his knee was bleeding, it was not serious. The bleeding had stopped before the medicine was applied. It was just that when he lifted up the trouser leg, the blood-soaked fabric was somewhat attached to the wound, so it was a little painful to handle.

His movements were already very gentle, but I still couldn't help but gasp and hiss.

"Bear with it. Didn't you make a sound when you were beaten? This little pain is nothing."

"Why would the Lord Steward do these things for me?"

"Isn't your hand injured?"

"You know that's not what I'm asking. Even if my own finger is injured, anyone can help me apply the medicine. You don't have to do this..." I stared at him straight, and my cheeks felt hot and uncomfortable, not sure if it was because the ointment was taking effect.

"Do you want others to see your current appearance? Let them know that you are not Xiao Xiazi, but a woman?" Fang Yian lowered his voice and continued with a smile, "Before I became the butler, I was often injured. I have dealt with many cases, so I am naturally skilled. I will help you. You don't have to think too much."

Is that all? I pursed my lips tightly, accidentally touching the wound, but endured it and didn't make any sound.

After all the injuries were treated, I wanted to change my clothes, but there were only Fang Yian's own clothes here. He found a new summer suit from the closet and asked me to make do with it for now.

Next, he asked someone to boil some medicine for me to take internally, saying that it would be good for my injuries and could reduce swelling and dissipate blood stasis.

Looking at the big bowl of medicine, I frowned, my face full of rejection. I heard him say that if the wound on my face couldn't heal, I wouldn't even think about going to Luqing Palace. Actually, at that time, I did think that I didn't need to go to the palace. The big bowl of medicine looked very bitter, but Fang Yian's expression of staring at people without saying anything was even more frightening.

Not long after I took the medicine, I felt a little sleepy. I went to bed without even eating dinner.

I woke up hungry in the middle of the night and vaguely heard someone talking. I opened my eyes and saw a candle outside the screen, reflecting two figures.

After I regained consciousness, I could hear what they were saying.

"Then I will reply to him as you said. Only Sixth Brother has this blessing. Others can't even ask for it. It's really enviable." The voice sounded a little strange, probably a young man.

"Are you envious? Then replace him and take over his job." Fang Yian's voice showed no emotion.

"I'm not as skilled as Sixth Brother, and I don't look like a general even when I put on the general's robe. I don't have the skills to take on this job, I can only envy him."

"It's getting late. You should leave the palace early. If you leave too late, you will have to wait until tomorrow morning after the palace gates are locked."

"Ah, I'm such a busy person, I can't even finish a cup of tea when I come to your place."

"Let's finish the errand first. Are you still in need of some good tea?"

Although I don't know what they were talking about, but the young man mentioned Sixth Brother, I guess it might be related to He Zhao. His name in the Imperial Dragon Guard is Six, but what could it be related to him?

After the person who reported left, silence returned outside, and Fang Yian was the only figure left on the screen. I climbed out of bed, grabbed my outer robe, wrapped myself in it, and ran out to get information.

I saw Fang Yian leaning on the bed, supporting his head with one hand, his body tilted, his hair undone, his all-white hair casually draped over his shoulders. He seemed to be resting with his eyes closed, until I stopped in front of him, he slowly opened his eyes.

For the first time, the term 'fallen immortal' had a concrete interpretation in my mind. At this moment, the tiredness and laziness on his face actually carried a hint of divinity, a sense of detachment from the mundane world. For a moment, I seemed unable to get any closer to him, otherwise I would destroy the picture I had constructed.

"Why don't you sleep? Are you hungry?" He sat up straight, raised his eyes to look at me, and patted the seat beside him as if he was calling a child, motioning me to sit down.

I hesitated, still thinking about it. If I had a cell phone or camera to take a picture of that moment and posted it online, I might have gained a lot of fans. In a world where only looks matter, he would definitely score high.

"Don't make me crane my neck to talk to you, sit down." He said with a little impatience.

I quickly sat down, my mind finally returning to its place, "When I just woke up, I heard you guys talking, is it about He Zhao?"

"How much did you hear?"

"I just wanted to ask because I didn't hear much." I put my hands together and said sincerely, "Is it a secret? Can't you tell me? I promise I won't say anything. I'm the most strict one!"

"It's not a secret. Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, he will come to the palace to express his gratitude. You may be able to meet him then. Why not let him tell you himself?"

"Go to the palace to express gratitude? What gratitude? Could it be that the emperor is granting a marriage?" I saw Fang Yian's expression change slightly, as if I had guessed it right. "Then the marriage partner is definitely not me. His Majesty doesn't even know there is someone like me. It can't be Princess Yanyun again, right? She has been stripped of her title of princess..."

Fang Yian raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand and pinched my chin hard, "Is your mouth blessed?"

"It's really her! How could this happen!" After hearing the news, my dissatisfaction was not directed at He Zhao's decision to marry someone else, but at Princess Yanyun, who had done so many wrong things and had not received much substantial punishment in the end, and now had a marriage arranged by the emperor. What about the people who lost their lives in the fire on the Lantern Festival because of her momentary evil thoughts?

Is it really such an evil feudal society that the lives of ordinary people are treated like grass and no one cares?