Chapter 1863 My Dear Wife, I Am in so Much Pain (45)

"The master is too thoughtful." Qingmu, who came in to clean up, interrupted and said, "If the prince wants to favor you, why would he need to look at other people's eyes?"

"Qingmu, don't talk nonsense." Yin Xueyuan scolded, looking at the woman anxiously.

Qingmu also whispered, "That's right, the prince is so noble."

The young man's face turned pale, staring at him and said, "If you still don't know your limits, don't blame me for not thinking about the master-servant relationship."

Shen Mubai couldn't help but say, "Forget it, the king is not angry." She touched her stomach and said, "The king is full, Qingmu, remember to tell your master to take medicine."

Qingmu responded, and after sending the woman away, he looked at the young man's back and said uneasily, "Master..."

The other party turned around, covered his lips and coughed, "What's the matter?"

Qingmu closed his eyes and said, "The servant knows his fault, the master can punish me if he wants to."

Yin Xueyuan looked at him, pursed his lips and said, "Fortunately, my wife is not angry..."

Qingmu knew that he had said something wrong, so he didn't dare to speak.

Then he heard a barely perceptible sigh, "Since my wife said she is no longer angry, why should I punish you?"

The voice actually had a faint smile.

Qingmu was a little stunned. When he looked again, the boy had already entered the house. His thin body was so fragile that it was really pitiful.

He couldn't help but think that he might have heard it wrong just now.

...

The carriage was waiting in front of the palace gate. Qingmu helped his master down the stairs and stopped in front of the carriage.

Because they were going to the palace, it was not appropriate to bring so many people, so Qingmu couldn't follow.

The boy didn't wear a white dress today, but changed into a green dress.

Cleverly, he wore the same clothes as Jun Shaomei.

Shen Mubai helped him into the carriage and asked him to sit next to him.

Yin Xueyuan covered his lips and coughed a few times. When he met the man's gaze, he was slightly startled, pursed his lips and said, "Brother Shaomei."

Jun Shaomei glanced at the boy's clothes lightly, then nodded, "Brother Xueyuan."

Yin Xueyuan smiled embarrassedly, and said awkwardly, "I didn't expect that we wore the same clothes today..."

He showed a slightly hesitant expression, looked at the woman, and said hesitantly, "Wife... I want to go back and change clothes..."

Shen Mubai realized that the clothes they wore today were similar, the colors were unexpectedly similar, and they all looked brand new, and he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

She cleared her throat, "Nothing."

The young man looked at the man cautiously and said softly, "Xueyuan is just afraid that Brother Shaomei will mind..."

Jun Shaomei shook her head and said, "Brother Xueyuan, there is no need to be like this, it's just a piece of clothing."

Yin Xueyuan smiled embarrassedly, "In this case, Brother Shaomei is gentle and kind, no wonder my wife likes you."

Jun Shaomei was slightly stunned and glanced at the woman.

The other party was holding a warm lichen to put on the young man, saying, "Be careful to catch a cold."

He retracted his gaze and said lightly, "Brother, you are joking."

Yin Xueyuan was embarrassed by his cold attitude. Seeing the woman's considerate actions, his attention shifted to her and he said softly, "My wife should also wear more clothes. It's been cold recently."

Shen Mubai took another lichen and handed it to the man, "Shaomei, be careful not to catch a cold."

Jun Shaomei paused slightly, then took the thing in her hand.

The corners of the young man's lips were slightly stiff, and then he covered it without leaving a trace, covered his mouth and coughed, and his sick complexion looked even paler and weaker.