Again

When she returned to the room again, the blood stains on the floor and on the bed had already been cleaned. There was even incense in the room to cover the smell of blood.

She walked over to the bed and sat on the edge. "Does it still hurt?" she asked softly.

"It doesn't hurt."

"You are truly different from ordinary people. You are able to endure this sort of thing. If it were any ordinary person, they would have already cried out loudly."

"Are you praising me again?" Xiao Feimo held Feng Qingying's hand. "How can this king lose face in front of an imperial concubine?"

"What a fool. This is a natural thing to do. What is there to lose?"

"What if you don't want to?"

Feng Qingying's face darkened, "I'm a professional doctor, if you want to scream, just tie me up."

Xiao Feimo laughed, and gently caressed her hand, "Look for a doctor to take a look at your injuries, I am not at ease."