Chapter 62: Intentional Maintenance

Chapter 62

Song Zhao calmly straightened out the folds on her nightgown, before getting up to greet him.

By the time she reached the door of the bedchamber, the door was pulled open from outside.

She quickly knelt down, intending to greet Xiao Jingheng,

But Xiao Jing heng gently held her wrist, "There is no need for so much etiquette when we are alone."

After saying that, he naturally reached out to hold her hand.

Perhaps he was worried about her injured hand, Xiao Jingheng held her hand very gently.

He walked in front, not looking sideways. Song Zhao secretly glanced at him and saw fine beads of sweat on his temples, then she knew he had hurried over here.

The two sat down side by side on the warm seats, Xiao Jingheng put his arm around Song Zhao's shoulders and drew her into his embrace.

This time, his grip was a little heavier, and his fingers gently rubbed her shoulder blades.

Song Zhao leaned against his shoulder, smelling the faint aroma of wine on him, and his words and deeds seemed much more sober.

"Wasn't Your Majesty resting in Consort Chen's palace? Why have you come to this concubine's place so late?"

"I was worried about you." Xiao Jingheng was not stingy in declaring his concern for Song Zhao. As he spoke, he took her hand and blew at the red spot on her fingertip, "Does it still hurt?"

Song Zhao lightly shook her head, not answering him directly, but instead cared about him,

"Your Majesty was drunk, coming to this concubine's place late at night after the wind. If you have a headache tomorrow, won't this concubine's heart hurt even more?"

Xiao Jingheng looked back at her, his eyes full of deep feelings,

"Today you hurt your hand, it can also be considered a blessing in disguise. Otherwise, there would have been a great chance that it was you who got your face cut by the piano wire."

He gently stroked Song Zhao's cheek, as if stroking a rare beauty, his eyes brightened unknowingly,

"Luckily you are safe and sound."

This “safe and sound” naturally refers to Song Zhao's appearance, which is the country's colour and fragrance, the beauty that overshadows the harem.

Song Zhao would not be swayed by just a few sweet words from him yet.

She wanted Xiao Jingheng to know that Song Zhao not only had her appearance but also a kind heart.

So she showed a worried look and sighed,

Song Zhao simply played even more muddled than him.

"This concubine has never offended anyone, and Li has been executed, I believe no one in the palace wants to plot against this concubine again. In my opinion, this whole thing was just an accident that Your Majesty is overthinking.."

Xiao Jingheng was clearly unexpected that Song Zhao would say this, so his brows twitched visibly.

He only knew that Song Zhao had no thoughts of plotting against others, but today he saw that she did not even have the idea of guarding against others.

Actually for Xiao Jingheng, it was good that she didn’t think too much. The more innocent she was, the more she could arouse Xiao Jingheng's desire to protect her.

Although he didn't say it, but in his heart he considered that he would have to protect Song Zhao more in the future, so as not to let anyone bully such a pure and beautiful human being.

Although Xiao Jingheng did not openly punish Consort Chen for this matter, he was not completely indifferent about it either.

From his change of attitude towards Consort Chen, one could see clues.

Later, for nearly half a month, Xiao Jingheng did not visit Consort Chen.

Even when Consort Chen went to the Morning Sun Palace to find him, he declined her proposal many times on the grounds of state affairs. It could also be regarded as giving Consort Chen a warning.

But whether this matter was really done by Consort Chen still remained debatable in Song Zhao’s opinion.

After all, she did not believe any woman in this harem.

But this did not prevent her from assuming for the time being that Consort Chen did it.

Because Concubine Xiao needed an answer over there.

She had to know who disfigured her before having a goal for revenge, right?

That afternoon when Song Zhao woke up from her nap, Yun Shan said while serving her,

"Young Lady, the gauze on Concubine Xiao’s face has been removed."

"Did you find out? How is it?”

Yun Shan shook her head, "It scarred, and the scar is not shallow. The scar is still new and red, I'm afraid even the best powder can't cover it up."

Song Zhao looked at her flawless features in the mirror and sighed regretfully,

"Alas, we are all women, I really can't bear to see her like that."

Then she got up and pulled Yun Shan, "Go pick some skin moisturizing stuff from the storeroom, come with me to see her."