Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
She was only looking at Chu Yihanâs body to apply medicine for him. She had no ulterior motives!
She applied the medicine to Chu Yihanâs body. Most of his injuries were on his back, and there were a few small cuts on his arms as if they were caused by the claws of a beast.
Su Yingxue poured some medicinal powder and applied it to him. He did not make a single sound, like a numb wooden man. However, Su Yingxue couldnât help but feel her heartache.
She asked in a low voice, âThese injuries⦠do they hurt?â
Chu Yihan shook his head. âNo, they donât hurt.â
His fingers gently caressed her face. There was still a thin callus on his fingertips. His touch was very gentle, but it stirred ripples in Su Yingxueâs heart.
After applying the medicine, she noticed that there were many injuries on his chest. Compared to Zi Wei, he was probably not inferior.
However, the injuries on his body were caused by weapons. Su Yingxue thought that these were probably scars he had acquired on the battlefield.
She touched the scar on his left chest. Although it had faded, she could still discern how severe the injury had been. She murmured, âThis scar must be over ten years old.â
Chu Yihan nodded. âYes, it was from over ten years ago. It was the first time I went to the battlefield. I was injured by the enemyâs general, but I took his life with a spear. Thatâs how this sword wound ended up on my chest.â
âOver ten years agoâ¦â Su Yingxue suddenly reminisced. When Chu Yihan had gone to the battlefield, she had still been a child. âWhen I was little, my grandpa would often hold me and tell stories. One of the stories was about a young prince who fearlessly fought on the battlefield and valiantly defeated his foes. He became famous in just one battle and later became the revered God of War for the entire Great Cheng Dynasty.â
She tilted her head and looked at the man before her.
Chu Yihan touched the back of her head and playfully tapped the tip of her nose. âYouâve been hearing stories about me since you were little. Did you think I was a mighty warrior?â
Su Yingxue nodded. âEven my grandpa praised the God of War. How could he not be powerful? Itâs just that, as a noblemanâs daughter, I only now have the privilege of admiring the Great Cheng Dynastyâs God of War.â
She meant to flatter him, but Chu Yihanâs expression darkened. âYou donât remember.â
âDonât remember what?â Su Yingxue tilted her head, puzzled by Chu Yihanâs expression. Had she forgotten something important?
âYou admired me when you were young,â Chu Yihan said, his eyes showing displeasure.
âWhen I was young? How young?â Su Yingxue was filled with question marks. Chu Yihan had never been part of her life!
Even in her previous life, she hadnât interacted much with Chu Yihan before her death!
She only remembered that in her previous life, when she confessed to Chu Chengye, Chu Yihan had said something to her.
What was it?
Oh, Su Yingxue remembered now. At that time, Chu Yihan was probably unhappy with her and said, âYouâre blind!â n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
And then, there was nothing else.
Chu Yihan seemed to have memories that she didnât know about.
Chu Yihan was different from her. Memories were deeply etched in his mind and flowed out readily when he recalled them. âYou were three years old at the time. The first time I saw you was at my celebratory banquet. You had wet your pants, but your nanny hadnât brought spare clothes. You were crying in the palace, and I happened to pass by when you grabbed the corner of my robe.â
Su Yingxue was sweating profusely. She had forgotten about this memory!
However, judging from Chu Yihanâs expression, there was more to the story.
Su Yingxue looked up at him and asked, âYour Highness, you were as cold as ice back then.. I grabbed the corner of your robe, but you didnât kick me away?â