Wei Jiayi frowned, not missing that she already has a fresh wound on her finger, "You get hurt a lot." His tone with disapproval. "Is that from the assassins?" he curiously inquired. It's just a small wound, not life-threatening.
He does not know why he asked that, but he felt its right to break the awkward silence. This woman is disaster prone.
Wherever she goes, it either she get wounded because of accident or she creates a commotion.
Too bad for her future husband, she should be chained or caged after marriage to avoid unnecessary incidents. 'A spelled chain should work on her. She's too rebellious.'
Wei Jiayi is thinking about this subconsciously without realizing that he is not supposed to. His thoughts already drifting to making plans like he will be her future husband...
It's weird that they are talking casually now, even though that is the case, Gao Lan Mei does not mind.
As long as the prince is not trying anything, she will be civil and not retaliate anyway. His available resources are still worth it to have her endure and tolerate his presence
Answering him, "No. I was looking for a husband." She said with dismissingly. Since the rest are not close to where they at, Wei Jiayi is the only one who heard it. It's justly the two of them near the enchanted herb.
To think that he was just thinking about her future husband being unlucky.
Hearing that, he scoffed, "What is the connection of your wound to finding a husband?" what a strange woman. She gets wounded for petty things like that, "Were you still chasing the second prince?" his tone with a scorn.
Gao Lan Mei glanced at him, "No. He is an imbecile." the woman who chases the second prince is already dead.
"You realized that? Just right now?" With a smirk, "Good that you can think properly now. Should I congratulate you?" His tone is full of fake congratulation.
If Gao Lan Mei continues to chase the second prince, it will not be a good future for the Gao Household, that included Feng Ji who serves her as well.
Amused by his attempt of taunting, she decided to ignore that remark. Saying instead, "How many more do you need?" her blood continues to flow from her palm going to the petals of the Purple Rose herb.
"It not me who needs it." The blood drops are for recognition. It is the first offering to attempt ownership.
This woman just does not have any spiritual thus having a contract with an enchanted may take longer.
Who knows how many more does the herb needs to acknowledge even the attempt to change ownership?
Deciding to not waste more of the time, "Do not move your hand away," Wei Jiayi then released her wrist, then with a knife that he still holds, he made a slash on his other hand, specifically on his palm.
After doing so, he joined both wounded hands together, both palms, blood dropping at the same time on the Purple Rose herb.
Gao Lan Mei's palm is soft, his hand almost envelopes the dainty hand. Too soft and too small for Wei Jiayi's liking.
Some of the blood was mixed and slides as well to her arm making her white sleeve red.
That action made Gao Lan Mei dumbfounded, and she cannot help but stare at the prince, with an inquiring gaze.
Feeling the gaze from her, "What? You're too slow." He said with a frown, dismissing any other thoughts from her.
Wei Jiayi frowned, not missing that she already has a fresh wound on her finger, "You get hurt a lot." His tone with disapproval. "Is that from the assassins?" he curiously inquired. It's just a small wound, not life-threatening.
He does not know why he asked that, but he felt its right to break the awkward silence. This woman is disaster prone.
Wherever she goes, it either she get wounded because of accident or she creates a commotion.
Too bad for her future husband, she should be chained or caged after marriage to avoid unnecessary incidents. 'A spelled chain should work on her. She's too rebellious.'
Wei Jiayi is thinking about this subconsciously without realizing that he is not supposed to. His thoughts already drifting to making plans like he will be her future husband...
It's weird that they are talking casually now, even though that is the case, Gao Lan Mei does not mind.
As long as the prince is not trying anything, she will be civil and not retaliate anyway. His available resources are still worth it to have her endure and tolerate his presence
Answering him, "No. I was looking for a husband." She said with dismissingly. Since the rest are not close to where they at, Wei Jiayi is the only one who heard it. It's justly the two of them near the enchanted herb.
To think that he was just thinking about her future husband being unlucky.
Hearing that, he scoffed, "What is the connection of your wound to finding a husband?" what a strange woman. She gets wounded for petty things like that, "Were you still chasing the second prince?" his tone with a scorn.
Gao Lan Mei glanced at him, "No. He is an imbecile." the woman who chases the second prince is already dead.
"You realized that? Just right now?" With a smirk, "Good that you can think properly now. Should I congratulate you?" His tone is full of fake congratulation.
If Gao Lan Mei continues to chase the second prince, it will not be a good future for the Gao Household, that included Feng Ji who serves her as well.
Amused by his attempt of taunting, she decided to ignore that remark. Saying instead, "How many more do you need?" her blood continues to flow from her palm going to the petals of the Purple Rose herb.
"It not me who needs it." The blood drops are for recognition. It is the first offering to attempt ownership.
This woman just does not have any spiritual thus having a contract with an enchanted may take longer.
Who knows how many more does the herb needs to acknowledge even the attempt to change ownership?
Deciding to not waste more of the time, "Do not move your hand away," Wei Jiayi then released her wrist, then with a knife that he still holds, he made a slash on his other hand, specifically on his palm.
After doing so, he joined both wounded hands together, both palms, blood dropping at the same time on the Purple Rose herb.
Gao Lan Mei's palm is soft, his hand almost envelopes the dainty hand. Too soft and too small for Wei Jiayi's liking.
Some of the blood was mixed and slides as well to her arm making her white sleeve red.
That action made Gao Lan Mei dumbfounded, and she cannot help but stare at the prince, with an inquiring gaze.
Feeling the gaze from her, "What? You're too slow." He said with a frown, dismissing any other thoughts from her.
