77 Hand

'Stop it.' Wei Jiayi refused to acknowledge the strange feeling that he was experience. At that moment though, he was also startled by Gao Lan Mei's action. She was pulling, no, dragging him somewhere.

'Did she decide to suddenly kill me and bury me somewhere?' Thinking this, amused by his line of thought since there is no way she could even match him with her puny arms and weak physique. "What are you planning?" he still asked skeptically.

"I'm bringing you somewhere l can kill you silently, then bathe in your blood and feed your innards to the wolves." She sarcastically retorted, betting that the prince was thinking the worst at the moment.

Raising his brow, "Heh. So barbaric. You can try though. I will give you my consent for the effort." His tone playful, "But if you fail, I will skin you alive." Saying this just like he talking about the weather and not torture or murder.

Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, "Just follow me." She retorted firmly. "You know I can't do that. Not now, anyway." eyeing his guards who were following them.

"Of course, aside from the fact that you are so weak, you cannot really hurt your business partner. It's a bad move." Wei Jiayi said as a matter of fact.

Both of them owned the Purple Rose herb, there were times that he needed to be present before she could get a part of the herb.

"Yes. Yes." Gao Lan Mei just agreed uninterestedly, humoring his already big ego.

Wei Jiayi's guards and protectors followed silently, entertained by the exchange. For his guards, it was more of a surprise that the Gao Miss was so close to the prince. Their conversation was so casual that it was unbelievable.

The decent distance was the closest any woman was able to achieve. Wei Jiayi was also not upset or overreacting to her still gripping his sleeve. Which would make anyone who served the prince surprised.

Gao Lan Mei was still gripping his sleeve, walking quickly, dragging him, the protectors who were familiar with the manor is sure that they are heading to her courtyard, Wei Jiayi seems to not mind and just followed silently.

At the next turn, they arrived at a courtyard where they smelt plum tree scent in the air. Wei Jiayi also smelt a little bit of iron as well.

With a wrinkled brow, 'Blood.' He deduced, but it seemed that it was not fresh. He was just very sensitive to the smell, being so used to it.

Moving further into the courtyard, both went to a room with a broken door, "Sit." she said, with a serious tone, then left him immediately.

The broken door must be because of the assassins who visited last night. Who they were and what they wanted, Wei Jiayi wanted to find out.

This was the first time Wei Jiayi was inside a young miss's room, judging by the design and the girlish color of the room.

He sat on a chair, resting his elbow on the armrest, knuckle against his cheek as he tried to determine what Gao Lan Mei was up to.

Shortly, she came back with a tray, herbs, and gauge on it. Raising a brow, "What's that for?" he asked, eyes narrowing at her when she sat on a chair in front of him.

Placing the tray on her lap, "Hand." Gesturing to his other hand that is already getting numb, the feeling which was a sign that the wound was healing on its own.

He was supposed to voice that out and tell her that there was no need to bother with it, instead, he obediently followed, allowing her to treat the wound, even though he knew that it would disappear in less than a day, just like it never happened.

Silently waiting for her to finish, he looked at what she was doing as well as how serious she was.

She might be the only woman who could get near him since he did not feel any physical repulsion against her.