"Is your wound alright?" Mu Wensheng asked after a moment of silence, looking at Shen Qi's still bleeding arm.
The sleeve was torn, revealing a long, gaping wound that was bleeding profusely, making Shen Qi's already pale face even paler. She nonchalantly tore open her sleeve and bandaged her arm with one hand, holding Mu Wensheng without saying a word.
"Dexi, call the imperial physician," Mu Wensheng commanded the attendant outside, unable to stand Shen Qi's dismissive attitude.
"No need, it's not a serious injury," Shen Qi replied indifferently. "If Your Majesty truly cares for me, why not let me kiss you?"
Mu Wensheng glared at her unhappily. "Stop saying such things."
Shen Qi chuckled softly, hooking her arms around his neck and kissing him from his cheek down to his neck, burying her head in his shoulder. "Your Majesty smells particularly sweet today," she whispered.
Mu Wensheng pushed her face away, expressionless.