Chapter 2 (1/2)

The next morning, Tang Yao woke up, and there was no Yan Shaokun on the bed.

Only the cold slightly wrinkled sheets on his side proved that the man had been here last night.

Tang Yao took the medicine and wrote the Heart Sutra with a small brush.

”PATA”

just after finishing a few lines, the hot blood fell on the silk paper from the nose without any sign, and flowed into plum blossoms.

”Madame!” The servant girl Xiao Qi is frightened, and she looks for a handkerchief to stop the bleeding for Tang Yao.

In panic, she knocked over the brocade box Yan Shaokun took last night and saw the plum blossom handkerchief.

Xiao Qi didn't think much about it. He put the handkerchief directly under Tang Yao's nose.

”Burn it for me!” Tang Yao throws her handkerchief to the ground, and her eyes are filled with anger and pain.

Xiaoqi timidly brought the stove over. Tang Yao bent down to pick it up and threw it in without any hesitation.

All of a sudden, sparks splashed, a black smoke rising.

”Who are you going to show it to?” Yan Shaokun's voice floated in from the door, angry.

Tang Yao was choked by the smoke and coughed. She had no time to talk to Yan Shaokun.

Yan Shaokun, who is in good weather outside, has never been ignored. He pulls Tang Yao's arm and forces her to look directly at herself.

Just this look, but let him be stunned.

”What's the nosebleed?” Yan Shaokun's tone was a little flustered, even he didn't realize it.

”Ma'am, she...” Xiao Qi can't help but want to speak.

Tang Yao warned her to shut up with a cold eye, and then said, ”it's just getting angry.”

Yan Shaokun looks at Tang Yao's pale expression, and his mood becomes irritable.

”When did you become so delicate when you had nosebleed in the last fire?” There was a reprimand in his tone.

Tang Yao was born in a poor family. Before Yan Shaokun became a commander, she could carry rice and catch fish. In his eyes, she has always been a tough woman.

Yeah, how can it be so weak?