Coinciding with Yu Jin’s conferment as a prince, Jiang Si couldn’t help thinking deeply.
She had experienced firsthand in her previous life just how vicious those seemingly noble and proper royal family members could be.
The rented residence wasn’t far from Duke Dongping’s estate. Jiang Si walked quickly and soon arrived.
“Why isn’t the door locked?” seeing the courtyard gate merely pushed to, Jiang Si gave A-Fei a look.
A-Fei looked skyward.
Why was Miss asking such an obvious question? Of course, it was because it didn’t matter! He’d thought this person was unimportant to Miss, who knew she’d be this anxious!
A-Fei felt very wronged.
Jiang Si had already entered and immediately spotted Yu Jin silently slumped over the stone table under the courtyard tree.
“Not knowing his condition, I didn’t move him inside—” A-Fei explained nervously.
Fortunately, he hadn’t dumped him at someone else’s doorway, or there’d be no way to explain this now.
Yu Jin, resting his head on his uninjured arm, twitched his eyebrows.
Si’er had come faster than he’d imagined.
“How are you?” Jiang Si came to Yu Jin’s side and called out softly.
Yu Jin struggled to lift his head and looked at Jiang Si.
Seeing his ashen face, Jiang Si was startled and blurted out: “You’ve been poisoned?”
Yu Jin laboriously raised his right hand and weakly said: “It… seems so.”
Jiang Si saw a shallow cut on his arm, with blackened blood already congealed around the wound, emitting a faint putrid smell.
She gently pressed near the wound.
“Don’t—” Yu Jin struggled to get out a word, smiling at Jiang Si, “It’s unsightly.”
A-Fei silently crouched in the corner.
Even at this moment, Yu Jin’s smile was as bright as the clear moon, but it pierced Jiang Si’s heart with pain.
Jiang Si glared at Yu Jin with a cold face: “Shut up!”
At a time like this, he was still talking about being unsightly.
Did this man think she cared for him because of his looks?
Jiang Si didn’t have time to question how Yu Jin had been injured. She checked his forehead temperature, examined his pupils, and bit her lip as she took something from her purse.
It was a jade box the size of an apricot, with small air holes on top.
Jiang Si carefully opened the jade box and pinched out a plump worm with two fingers.
Yu Jin’s eyes contracted, speaking with somewhat more strength: “What is that?”
“A worm, of course,” Miss Jiang replied matter-of-factly.