The arrogant imperial concubine arrives, the favorite of the regent

Yun Mujiu only raised the right corner of her lips, showing a slightly meaningful smile. In her hand, she held a white barrel-shaped tube with a thick needle at the tip.

Ye Xiaohan had never seen such an object, but Yun Mujiu's smile told him that nothing good was going to happen.

Du Ziheng stared at it for a few seconds and asked, "Princess, what is this you are holding?"

Yun Mujiu explained: "This is called a syringe, it can be used to inject liquid into the human body."

"Oh?" Du Ziheng perked up. "Some doctors, in certain situations, will inject liquid medicine into patients through a thin bamboo tube. It seems that your syringe should also help patients absorb the liquid medicine better, and it seems more feasible to operate."

"That's right." Yun Mujiu looked at Du Ziheng with appreciation, then looked at Ye Xiaohan: "Your Majesty..."

Ye Xiaohan asked calmly: "Mu Mu, are you going to give me some medicine? What kind of fluid do you want to inject?"

Du Ziheng and Doctor Fu were also a little confused. Yun Mujiu should have treated Ye Xiaohan's wound, so why did he need to perform other treatments now?

Yun Mujiu had a serious expression, raised the syringe, and explained: "I will inject some antipyretic drugs into the prince to prevent him from getting inflamed and feverish due to the wound cracking."

Ye Xiaohan looked at the syringe in Yun Mujiu's hand, especially the unusually thick needle, and felt something was wrong.

He could feel that he didn't have a fever at the moment. Was Yun Mujiu angry with him? Because he didn't take good care of himself and his wounds were damaged, Yun Mujiu was still holding back some anger.

Ye Xiaohan said: "I don't have a fever."

"Prevention in advance..." Yun Mujiu smiled, "I use intramuscular injection, which is quick and painless."

Ye Xiaohan raised his eyebrows, but did not respond directly. Instead, he asked, "Where is the muscle?"

Arms or legs?

Yun Mujiu walked to Ye Xiaohan, patted Ye Xiaohan's shoulder with one hand, and then moved his hand down until it stopped at the lower back of Ye Xiaohan.

Yun Mujiu's movements were very gentle, but Ye Xiaohan still felt uncomfortable, and his face tensed up. Yun Mujiu's small hand pressed all the way down his back, her strength was as light as a feather, but every move touched Ye Xiaohan's heart.

Wei Bai and the others were also a little confused, but Yun Mujiu's medical skills were superb, so they didn't understand and didn't say much to Yun Mujiu.

Seeing Yun Mujiu and Ye Xiaohan interacting with each other, they all looked away, either at the ceiling, the floor, or other furniture in the room, and none of them dared to look directly at the two of them.

Woohoo… I feel like they are interfering with Ye Xiaohan and Yun Mujiu’s world of two…

Ye Xiaohan asked Yun Mujiu in a tense voice, "Do you really want to get an injection?"

Yun Mujiu said nothing, pointing at Ye Xiaohan's buttocks, "Inject the buttocks muscles, the effect will be very fast."

She didn't give Ye Xiaohan a chance to refuse. She suddenly grabbed the waist of Ye Xiaohan's pants and pulled it at the same time, as if she was going to take off Ye Xiaohan's pants and give him an injection herself.

Ye Xiaohan looked to his side, "Mu Mu..." There was a hint of apology in his eyes when he looked at Yun Mujiu, and there seemed to be a flash of panic.

What's going on! Although he is a seven-foot-tall man, he still finds it hard to accept and adapt to Yun Mujiu pulling down his pants and stabbing his buttocks.

Yun Mujiu pursed his lips and continued to pull. Ye Xiaohan saw the gleam in Yun Mujiu's eyes, so he reached out and held Yun Mujiu's moving hand.

Yun Mujiu was dissatisfied: "My Lord!"

Ye Xiaohan raised the corner of his lips helplessly and said softly: "Mu Mu, calm down, it's my fault, I won't do that next time. I will compensate you, okay?"

He heard from others that when a woman is angry, he cannot just apologize verbally and the matter will be settled, but he must also express his feelings, such as giving her something she likes. This was said to him by Wei Bo.

Yun Mujiu was struck by Ye Xiaohan's thoughts and turned to look at the people behind her. She found that Wei Song and the others had vague eyes, and everyone was staring at one place in the room, but not at her and Ye Xiaohan.

What she didn't know was that Du Ziheng and the others were going through a psychological battle: Should they leave or stay? Would they be conspicuous if they stayed here? Would they have no good excuse to leave?

Yun Mujiu suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and just at this moment he heard Ye Xiaohan's voice: "The king is fine, you all leave."

Everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief, bowed to Ye Xiaohan and Yun Mujiu, and then walked out quickly. Wei Bai was the last person to walk in, and he did not forget to gently close the door.

Yun Mujiu pursed her lips and looked at Ye Xiaohan without saying a word.

Ye Xiaohan remained silent, thinking about what to do. His brows knitted together, revealing his inner hesitation and tangled emotions.

Not long after, Yun Mujiu looked at Ye Xiaohan's twisted brows and a thoughtful look on his face.

It was rare to see Ye Xiaohan with this expression, and it was because of her that he showed this emotion. She chuckled and said, "Okay, then we won't fight for now."

Anyway, she had teased Ye Xiaohan just now. The aloof Regent King was actually a little disturbed by her forced injection.

Speaking of which, her strong words, meaningful smile, and strong pulling action just now were indeed not like the etiquette of an ordinary lady. However, she did not like those restrictions, and the person in front of her was none other than Ye Xiaohan, so she did not need to worry too much and dared to show her true self in front of Ye Xiaohan.

Ye Xiaohan looked at Yun Mujiu and said "hmm".

He knew that Yun Mujiu was just being upset with him. He didn't mind Yun Mujiu "teasing" him, as long as Yun Mujiu could calm down.

Yun Mujiu was able to let go of things easily, and immediately his dissatisfaction with Ye Xiaohan disappeared, and he said frankly: "I am not angry now."

"Okay, I hope Mumu isn't angry anymore." Ye Xiaohan tightened his grip on Yun Mujiu. "As a small compensation, tell me what you like."

"Eh!" Yun Mujiu sighed. When did Ye Xiaohan learn the tricks of love? He even knew how to coax an angry lover. What a gratifying performance!

Yun Mujiu smiled and held his chin up to imagine. "Well...what do I like? I like - surprises, a sense of ritual."

She didn't say what she liked specifically, but instead gave a general preference.

"Hmm?" Ye Xiaohan understood the word "surprise", but didn't understand the other word. "What is 'sense of ritual'?"

Yun Mujiu was stunned, thought for a while, and replied: "The so-called sense of ritual is a very direct way for people to express their inner feelings. For example, in some daily trivial matters, you can show your care and concern for the other person, give some thoughtful small items, or do some gentle and thoughtful small actions. For example, in some special occasions or festivals, through the words and actions prepared in advance, you can give the other person a sense of social love that touches the soul."

Yun Mujiu paused and continued, "I don't really know how to explain it. The general meaning should be what I just said. After all, everyone has their own understanding. In short, you just need to keep the other person in mind."

Ye Xiaohan seemed to be thinking about something, and while listening to Yun Mujiu's explanation, he relaxed his brows. He looked up at Yun Mujiu and blurted out, "Then I will give Mu Mu a precious gift now."

"What is it?" Yun Mujiu looked around and didn't see anything special in the house. Did Ye Xiaohan understand her explanation of the terminology? What gift would Ye Xiaohan give?