Yuan Yunzhong's voice was neither loud nor soft, even temperate, but when it fell on everyone's ears, it made them truly feel his seriousness—he truly did not care about killing someone, it was just that he felt it was inauspicious for someone to die in the mansion with the Spring Festival approaching.
Everyone shivered involuntarily.
However, Song Jixue was very excited.
When Yuan Yunzhong, carrying her, headed to Yinyu Hall without looking back, she even made a face at Song Sanliang and the others like those children who felt protected and pampered.
After returning to Yinyu Hall, Yuan Yunzhong carried her directly into the study and placed her on the large desk he normally used for writing and painting. He took some ointment and applied it to her personally.
The ointment had a somewhat pungent smell, but it felt cool and refreshing when spread on the face.
Song Jixue obediently tilted her head back, allowing Yuan Yunzhong to apply the medicine.