Wei Jiayi is startled by Gao Lan Mei's action. She is pulling, no, dragging him somewhere.
'Did she decide to suddenly kill me and bury me somewhere?' Thinking this, amused by his line of thought since there is no way, she can even match him with her puny arms and weak physique. "What are you planning?" he still asked skeptically.
"I'm bringing you somewhere l can kill you silently, then bath with your blood and feed your innards to the wolves." She sarcastically retorted, betting that the prince is thinking the worst as of the moment.
Raising his brow, "Heh. So barbaric. You can try though. I will give you my consent for the effort." His tone playful, "But if you fail, I will skin you alive." Saying this just like talking about the weather and not torture or killing.
Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, "Just follow me." She retorted firmly. "You know I can't do that. Now, anyway." also eyeing his guards that are following them.
"Of course, aside from the fact that you are so weak, you cannot really hurt your business partner. It's a bad move." Wei Jiayi said as a matter of fact.
Both of them owned the Purple Rose herb, there are times that he needs to be present before she can get a part of the herb.
"Yes. Yes." Gao Lan Mei just agreed uninterestedly, humoring his already so big ego.
Wei Jiayi's guards and protectors followed silently, entertained with the exchange. For his guards, more of a surprise as the Gao Miss is so close to the prince. The conversation is so casual that it even unbelievable.
The decent distance is the closest any woman was able to achieve. Wei Jiayi is also not upset or overreacting to her still gripping his sleeve. Which makes anyone who serves the prince in surprise.
Gao Lan Mei is still gripping his sleeve, walking quickly, dragging him, the protectors who are familiar the manor is sure that they are heading to her courtyard, Wei Jiayi seems to not mind and just followed silently.
On the next turn, they arrived on a courtyard where the plum tree scent is sensed in the air. Wei Jiayi also smelled a little bit of iron as well.
With a wrinkled brow, 'Blood.' He deduced, but it seems it was not fresh. He is just very sensitive to the smell since he is so used to it.
Moving further into the courtyard, both went to a room with a broken door, "Sit." she said, with a serious tone, then left him immediately.
The broken door must be because of the assassins that visited last night. Who they are and what they want, Wei Jiayi wants to find out.
This is the first time for Wei Jiayi to be inside a young miss room, judging by the design and the girlish color of the room.
He sat on a chair, resting his elbow on the armrest, knuckles against his cheek as he determines what Gao Lan Mei is up to.
Shortly, she went back with a tray, herbs, and gauge on it. Lifting a brow, "What's that for?" he asked, eyes narrowing at her when she got a chair in front of him.
Placing the tray on her lap, "Hand." Gesturing to his other hand that is already getting numb, the feeling that is a sign that the wound is healing on its own.
He is supposed to voice that out and tell her that there is no need to bother with it, instead, he obediently followed, allowing her to treat the wound, even though he knows it will disappear in less than a day, just like it never happened.
Silently waiting for her to finish, he then can just look at what she is doing as well as how serious she is.
She may be the only woman who can get near him since he does not feel any physical repulsion against her.
Wei Jiayi is startled by Gao Lan Mei's action. She is pulling, no, dragging him somewhere.
'Did she decide to suddenly kill me and bury me somewhere?' Thinking this, amused by his line of thought since there is no way, she can even match him with her puny arms and weak physique. "What are you planning?" he still asked skeptically.
"I'm bringing you somewhere l can kill you silently, then bath with your blood and feed your innards to the wolves." She sarcastically retorted, betting that the prince is thinking the worst as of the moment.
Raising his brow, "Heh. So barbaric. You can try though. I will give you my consent for the effort." His tone playful, "But if you fail, I will skin you alive." Saying this just like talking about the weather and not torture or killing.
Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, "Just follow me." She retorted firmly. "You know I can't do that. Now, anyway." also eyeing his guards that are following them.
"Of course, aside from the fact that you are so weak, you cannot really hurt your business partner. It's a bad move." Wei Jiayi said as a matter of fact.
Both of them owned the Purple Rose herb, there are times that he needs to be present before she can get a part of the herb.
"Yes. Yes." Gao Lan Mei just agreed uninterestedly, humoring his already so big ego.
Wei Jiayi's guards and protectors followed silently, entertained with the exchange. For his guards, more of a surprise as the Gao Miss is so close to the prince. The conversation is so casual that it even unbelievable.
The decent distance is the closest any woman was able to achieve. Wei Jiayi is also not upset or overreacting to her still gripping his sleeve. Which makes anyone who serves the prince in surprise.
Gao Lan Mei is still gripping his sleeve, walking quickly, dragging him, the protectors who are familiar the manor is sure that they are heading to her courtyard, Wei Jiayi seems to not mind and just followed silently.
On the next turn, they arrived on a courtyard where the plum tree scent is sensed in the air. Wei Jiayi also smelled a little bit of iron as well.
With a wrinkled brow, 'Blood.' He deduced, but it seems it was not fresh. He is just very sensitive to the smell since he is so used to it.
Moving further into the courtyard, both went to a room with a broken door, "Sit." she said, with a serious tone, then left him immediately.
The broken door must be because of the assassins that visited last night. Who they are and what they want, Wei Jiayi wants to find out.
This is the first time for Wei Jiayi to be inside a young miss room, judging by the design and the girlish color of the room.
He sat on a chair, resting his elbow on the armrest, knuckles against his cheek as he determines what Gao Lan Mei is up to.
Shortly, she went back with a tray, herbs, and gauge on it. Lifting a brow, "What's that for?" he asked, eyes narrowing at her when she got a chair in front of him.
Placing the tray on her lap, "Hand." Gesturing to his other hand that is already getting numb, the feeling that is a sign that the wound is healing on its own.
He is supposed to voice that out and tell her that there is no need to bother with it, instead, he obediently followed, allowing her to treat the wound, even though he knows it will disappear in less than a day, just like it never happened.
Silently waiting for her to finish, he then can just look at what she is doing as well as how serious she is.
She may be the only woman who can get near him since he does not feel any physical repulsion against her.
