Yu Shiyan let out a cold snort through his nose, a flash of icy sharpness passing through his eyes.
“I don’t know what’s gotten into you this early morning. Since it’s just the two of us now, if you want to fight, then fight. There’s no need to keep up this hypocritical act.”
Yu Shiyan raised his head, glaring bitterly at Yuan Siyin.
Yuan Siyin understood his feelings. After all, the book contained numerous descriptions of how he had struggled to survive in the deep palace since childhood.
It was all because the original body was truly vicious, and now she was that original body. She couldn’t help feeling somewhat guilty, to the point that even the words she had mentally prepared stuck in her throat.
Could she really tell him that she had transmigrated into the book, that the Yuan Siyin before him was no longer the same person?
Or should she sincerely apologize and swear that from now on she would never bully him again?
Who would believe that?
She didn’t even believe it herself.
“Get up. I’m not going to hit you.”
She drew a sharp breath, massaging her temples with a headache.
If things continued like this, she was undoubtedly headed for certain death.
How vexing.
“Just hit me quickly. After you’re done, I’ll leave.”
Upon hearing this, Yuan Siyin was instantly amused.
Quite the stubborn little fellow.
“If you love kneeling, then keep kneeling. But if I see you get up, just see if I don’t whip you.”
With that, she stood up and quickly walked out of the hall, truly leaving him alone kneeling there.
Yu Shiyan pressed his lips tightly together, wishing he could immediately slice this vicious woman into a thousand pieces.
But reason told him he couldn’t—this was the imperial palace.
He was the unfavored Seventh Prince, while she was the legitimate daughter of the Yuan family, the General of Swift Cavalry, and had the backing of the Empress Dowager.
If he really killed her, all his years of endurance would have been in vain.
Thinking this, Yu Shiyan had no choice but to suppress the fury in his chest.
Before long, the sound of footsteps from outside the hall broke the silence within.
“Hey, hey, hey, Miss Yuan, slow down! I’m carrying the medicine chest—it’s quite heavy…”
Yuan Siyin wrinkled her nose in disdain, waved her hand to snatch the medicine chest, pushed the door open with a clatter, and slammed the chest onto the table. “Hurry up! A few extra steps and you’re already panting. Does the Imperial Hospital lack exercise? How are you all going to handle emergencies like this? Should we organize a morning running activity for your department?”
Although Liu Huai didn’t understand what she was randomly talking about, upon hearing “morning running,” he firmly refused.
“This… Seventh Prince?”
Catching sight of the person kneeling on the floor, he instinctively froze, then looked at Yuan Siyin in surprise and doubt.
Everyone knew that Yuan Siyin was accustomed to throwing her weight around in the palace—even the Emperor could do little about her.
The last time the Seventh Prince was bedridden for a month, it was Liu Huai who treated him, and the culprit was none other than the one standing before him now.
Now she had suddenly dragged him over—what was her intention?
Could it be that she had beaten him even more severely this time and, fearing she might kill him, specifically called him over to keep the prince alive?
Liu Huai couldn’t help shivering.
The ancients truly did not deceive: only small-minded people and women are hard to deal with.
“Are your legs numb from kneeling? If they’re numb, why don’t you get up?”
Please.
Yuan Siyin crouched down in front of him, struggling to put on an innocent smile.
Now, getting the cold shoulder was exactly what she deserved.
Who asked her to land in such a mess?
Yu Shiyan gently turned his head away, ignoring her.
Well, well, so he’d only listen if she used the tone of a vicious supporting female character, huh.
“I said get up, so get up!”
Yuan Siyin let out an angry shout, picked up the blue robe, and threw it into Yu Shiyan’s arms before forcibly pulling him to his feet.
With her other hand, she dragged Liu Huai along and kicked them both into her side hall, slamming the door shut. Then, from behind the door, she called out unhurriedly:
“Bandage his hand and check if he has any other injuries. Apply the medicine properly before coming out. If you’re careless, that one—you can look forward to morning runs.”