Zhuang Xiaoyu's eyes fell on the hairpin on the desk, and she reached out to pick it up and held it in her palm, "This hairpin was worn on my head last night, why is it here with you?"
Qin Wuyan paused for a moment.
Zhuang Xiaoyu continued: "I hurt you, right?"
The topic changed: "Is there any deep hatred between me and you?"
Unexpectedly, Zhuang Xiaoyu saw panic flash across the man's calm face, and it disappeared in a flash.
Qin Wuyan stood up: "No, Xiao Yu, don't think too much about it."
The man's long fingers caressed her cheeks, and put her hair that was hanging on the side of her face behind her ears, "You only did this because you were haunted by a nightmare last night, and it wasn't on purpose."
Zhuang Xiaoyu raised her head and looked at him quietly.
Qin Wuyan inserted the hairpin into her bun: "Otherwise, when you wake up this morning, you should remember what you did last night, but you don't remember, do you?"
Zhuang Xiaoyu thought about it, and she really didn't know anything about what happened last night.
She hugged Qin Wuyan's waist: "Does the wound hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt, it's nothing serious." Qin Wuyan enjoyed Zhuang Xiaoyu's concern, "It will be fine in a few days."
At night, Zhuang Xiaoyu was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, her head hurting. Qin Wuyan originally planned to sleep with her, but because Zhuang Qingyun discussed with him about enthronement, he got stuck.
Yinling heated up the charcoal fire in the room, lay down on the low couch, wrapped the quilt tightly, "Miss, if you want to drink water at night, just call me."
Zhuang Xiaoyu nodded, she was more than five months pregnant, her abdomen was swollen, her figure was flexible, and she didn't feel uncomfortable lying down.
I don't know how long it took before Zhuang Xiaoyu felt drowsy.
In the study, Zhuang Qingyun put away the documents, "You can stay here to sleep tonight, if it's Madam, it's just like last night..."
Qin Wuyan stood up: "Xiaoyu is pregnant, and I should be by her side to take care of her, what if she is trapped tonight and hurts myself?"
Zhuang Qingyun: "..."
You would rather she hurt you than she hurt yourself.
Zhuang Qingyun didn't want to waste any more words and left directly.
Qin Wuyan raised his feet and walked towards Zhuang Xiaoyu's courtyard, before he got close, he heard the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.
The guards outside the door didn't know what was going on inside, they just looked at each other and didn't dare to rush in.
Qin Wuyan quickly stepped forward, pushed open the door, and saw Zhuang Xiaoyu holding a dagger in his hand and stabbing it on the low couch. The dagger was deeply embedded in the low couch, and Zhuang Xiaoyu hadn't had time to pull it out.
And the silver bell that was sleeping on the low couch had already rolled down to the ground together with the quilt, so frightened that she didn't even have time to call out for help...
Zhuang Xiaoyu used all his strength to pull the dagger out of the wooden board, and when she was about to continue stabbing, Qin Wuyan grabbed her wrist, and the man's knife landed on the back of her neck, and Zhuang Xiaoyu fell softly into Qin Wuyan's arms inside......
Qin Wuyan snatched the dagger from her hand, picked her up and put her on the bed.
Yinling finally cried bitterly, her whole body trembling with fright: "Elder...high priest, I didn't do anything, I..."
"Where did this dagger come from?" Qin Wuyan interrupted Yinling and asked.
"Cut a pear for my wife before going to bed. I found it in the drawer."
"From now on, no sharp objects that can hurt people can be placed in this bedroom, do you understand?"
"Well, I understand!" The danger was lifted, and Yinling's tears flooded like a flood.
Qin Wuyan waved his hand at Yinling: "Ma'am was just stunned, she's fine now, don't be afraid, go out."