The sound of horse hooves of "tuk tuk" was drowned in the ups and downs of shouts and voices of people in the street market.

The street market is very lively.

But it was quiet in the carriage. The girl sat straight in the carriage, looking up at the solemn face from time to time.

The first-class Taifu was sitting straight, squinting his eyes slightly, as if he was sleeping.

On the way to the Qin Palace, he was caught by his grandfather, and Yan Hanyu had to follow him back to the house.

"The Emperor is already reorganizing the army."

After hearing his grandfather speak, Yan Hanyu raised her head again, and her vicissitudes of eyes were already opened, with a solemn expression.

"The war is about to start." This battle with the Khitan will break out at any time, Yan Hanyu knew it.

"Do you think His Highness the King of Qin will sit idly by this battle with the Khitan?"

Yan Hanyu was stunned for a while, and then heard his grandfather continue, "Your Highness the King of Qin is no longer the sick prince before."

"Will he go there too?"

Even though Yan Hanyu knew the answer, she still spoke.

The death of the Princess Chu has turned the secret struggle between the King of Chu and the King of Qin into an open dispute, and the Princess Chu is just a victim of the dispute over power and position.

"I have already engaged to the King of Qin. Isn't our Yan family the King of Qin's member?" Her voice was low, and none of these words left a sound in the carriage and soon dissipated.

"No! This Grand Tutor is the auxiliary minister of the country, one of the three dukes, and none of our Yan family belongs to our Yan family. This is the attitude of our Yan family. Although you have been engaged to His Highness the King of Qin, you cannot have any contact other than that."

Taking the overall situation into consideration and showing your attitude, isn’t my grandfather saving Yan’s family?

"Grandfather, Hanyu understands." Yan Hanyu's expression was also extremely serious. "Hanyu also knows that his grandfather doesn't want me to get close to the King of Qin, so he doesn't want me to be in danger. Grandfather, thank you! But no matter how dangerous the King of Qin is going to take, Hanyu wants to accompany him. Hanyu is loved by his grandfather, cared for by his mother, and Hanyu has relatives by his side, but he has no one, only me."

Maybe he has a mother, but who knows whether the empress in the imperial court treats him sincerely? After all, that was not his biological mother. The emperor uncle, who was a legitimate relative, never wanted him to live, let alone the legitimate mother who had no blood relationship?

"Grandfather, I won't ignore the family, I understand it."

"You child..." Mr. Yan sighed silently, then stopped talking and continued to close his eyes.

Premature wisdom is a good thing, but sometimes being too smart can make people feel distressed.

After a while, Yan Hanyu spoke again, "Grandfather, I'll go down to the market and go back, okay?"

"Hmph, go shopping in the market?"

"Yeah, go shopping in the market."

Mr. Yan didn't refuse at this moment, "Go, don't go back too late, it's getting late."

"Stop!" As soon as Master Yan finished speaking, he heard Yan Hanyu say, "Grandfather, I understand. I will go back early."

Qin Wang Mansion.

Zhao Feng, who had just been holding a tray, was about to enter the house and saw the pretty figure stepping into the yard. Isn’t it the eldest daughter of the Yan family?

He was about to speak up with anger.

Yan Hanyu hurriedly raised her index finger and placed it on her lips, waved her hand to signal him not to speak.

When he walked to Zhao Feng, he saw the several medicine bottles on the tray in his hand, which were obviously about to enter. Yan Hanyu lowered his voice, "Have you changed the medicine yet?"

"I'm just about to change it." Zhao Feng also lowered his voice, really not knowing what the little ancestor was talking to him quietly.

"I've been back home for a while, why haven't I changed my clothes until now?"

Zhao Feng felt wronged. What can he do if their master is only willing to change the medicine now? Can he still use the strong one?

"Miss should ask our master to go..."

"Zhao Feng, who are you talking to?" A slow voice suddenly came from the room.

Zhao Feng received Miss Yan's expression and sang, "Oh, a bird flew over, I'm driving it away!"

Yan Hanyu stared at him and spoke silently at him, "Am I a bird?"

He is really wronged! It’s okay if you don’t say it, but you still refuse to make up the reasons?

"Come in."

"yes!"

He took the tray from Zhao Feng's hand and said, "Go, come and get warm water." He looked at Zhao Feng, Yan Hanyu said again with his mouth.

Zhao Feng left silently.

Yan Hanyu pushed the door open with a tray.

"Just put it out there."

His voice was obviously weaker than before.

The tray in his hand was placed on the table, and Yan Hanyu walked to the door and closed the door.

Leaning in front of the door, Yan Hanyu was advancing and retreating.

Should I watch him change the dressings? Or help him change the dressings?

Through the screen, I saw the human body inside standing upright like a jade tree, one shirt after another faded away.

"Cough cough." The person inside coughed twice, covered his shoulders and bent down to sit in front of the couch.

He sat quietly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Until a voice came from outside the door, "Master, my subordinates have brought hot water."

"Yeah, come in."

Zhao Feng pushed the door open, but saw only one person sitting upright behind the screen. How could the shadow of the Yan family be?

I searched everywhere, but turned around, but saw someone leaning against the door.

The master still doesn’t know that Miss Yan’s eldest daughter is here? Miss Yan is planning to give his master a surprise?

"Master, the water is coming, it's time to change the dressing." Zhao Feng reminded.

"Yeah, I know." The person behind the screen seemed to have just woken up.

After reminding him, Zhao Feng exited from the room.

The tall figure stood up again, and when he was about to take off his long gown, his fingertips touched a warm and soft touch. The moment he turned around, he saw the person who was thinking behind him.

"I'll help you."

He grabbed her hand and hugged it in his arms, just wondering if the person standing by his side was real.

"You, be careful to knock down the wound." Yan Hanyu hurriedly reminded.

"Yu'er?"

"It's me, I'm here. But, you have to let go of me first, can you speak?" Her voice was so soft that it was unreasonable.

"When did you come? How long have you been here? Why didn't Zhao Feng say that?"

His lips were pale, his face became much darker, and his speech was obviously weak.

Yan Hanyu whispered, "I don't want to talk to you. As a patient, the doctor can only come in person."

As soon as Yan Hanyu finished speaking, she heard a sound coming from the door and pushed the door straight in, "The doctor is here, the doctor is here."

While speaking, an old man with white hair and beard hurried in.

Two pairs of eyes raised and looked up.

Speaking of doctors, it was really a coincidence that the doctors came.

"The little girl from the Yan family is here!"

"Old Sun is polite."

"Little girl is here, and I'm relaxed, old man. I heard that you have good medical skills and you are busy."

Although Mr. Sun said this, he sat directly next to him, looking ready to watch.

Yan Hanyu was embarrassed to drive the person away like this.

At this moment, facing a man in a half-dressed state, Yan Hanyu suppressed the beauty in her heart.

He was not injured on his shoulders, and the wound was almost close to his chest. The layer of gauze wrapped around his chest was soaked in a layer of blood, and the layers of shirts were covered with blood.

"Yu'er, can you wait outside for a while? Let Mr. Sun come."

He really didn't want her to see the wounded.

"I don't want to talk." Looking at the large bloodstain, Yan Hanyu really didn't want to talk, but her movements did not stop.

"Yu'er."

"Don't move!" Yan Hanyu stopped him.

She insisted on not leaving, and Zhao Xian had no choice but to look up at Mr. Sun, who was even more annoying to sit there.

"Old Sun, you go down and rest."

"If you don't need the old man, just let the old man go, and the old man doesn't leave."

"..." Mr. Sun was sure that he wasn't there to stay and see him for a joke?

"Don't talk!" Yan Hanyu stopped him again.

The deep scars were at the top of the chest, and the wound was deeply opened with white flesh.
Chapter completed!