They were in charge of being beautiful, and she was in charge of taking the hits.

Chapter 327 Miss is very tired.

After all, what woman would flirt with her man in the street? That would be utterly devoid of femininity!

"Are there so many of you looking at us? Am I that ugly?"

Although she herself never thought so, that's how the world view held her to it.

"Leave them alone."

But at this moment, Wu Ziyan always felt that two pairs of eyes were staring at her, making her feel uneasy.

Then I thought about how many people died on the streets last night. Was it because the yin energy was too heavy?

No, no, no, she's actually afraid of this? That's not right!

"There's a fabric shop up ahead. Let's go in and take a look. We can buy everyone some new fleece outfits to wear back home."

"I'm afraid only you, sir, would think this way."

In one's own country, who would want to wear clothes from another country?

But seeing that she was engrossed in the conversation, he didn't want to interrupt her.

They turned to look around, checking to see if anyone was following them.

However, having witnessed what had just happened, the two decided not to follow any further.

The two of them returned to the post station early. Yue'er was right; knowing too much would only lead to heartbreak.

When Wu Ziyan returned to the post station in the afternoon, many of the items he had ordered from the shops had already been delivered.

Among them were decorative objects, clothes, and headdresses, which were all considered useless by them.

Tired, she slumped onto the stool. Yue'er blinked at Fang Yuerong, wanting to gossip about how things were going between him and Wu Ziyan.

Wu Ziyan looked at the group and sensed that something was off about the atmosphere. She felt like she was being judged.

"Could someone please give me a shoulder massage?"

"I'll do it," Chu Qiu and Changsun Boyou said in unison.

"Then Boyou, please help me."

Changsun Boyu's large hands rested on her shoulders; they felt heavy and substantial.

He even deliberately pressed it down a bit, and Wu Ziyan turned around with some confusion.

Then she felt a tingling pain between her shoulders; it was quite intense, and she was too embarrassed to say anything.

It wasn't until Changsun Boyu asked, "Miss, how's the force?"

The tone wasn't one of inquiry, but rather like revenge? As the force increased, he became certain that it was indeed revenge.

"Boyou, that's enough, really enough! I feel refreshed and less tired in an instant."

"No, Miss, you're very tired. After all, you've been holding my arm for so long, you definitely need to relax!"

Oh, so these two guys were actually following them. Does that mean they saw her and Fang Yuerong kissing too?

Her face fell instantly; she looked like a cat that had stolen some fish.

"I heard you're going to discuss trade matters with Yue Rong all night. I wonder if Chu Qiu and I can listen in?"

Where did they get this information from?

No wonder Fang Yuerong said back then that it depended on whether the two of them agreed.

"Yes, but you two have been on edge these past few days and haven't been getting enough rest. Why don't you two get some rest tonight?"

“Yue Rong was more frightened than us, wasn’t he? You should give him two days off.”

"Dragging someone into discussing things all night long, that's not right of you, Miss."

As she spoke, she increased the pressure of her shoulder massage.

Wu Ziyan's wound, where she had been poked, was pulled again, and in an instant, she frowned and her eyes welled up with tears.

These men are most vulnerable when she sheds tears.

Standing behind her, Changsun Boyu, of course, couldn't see her and didn't stop what he was doing.

But Chu Qiu saw it, walked over and put his hand on Changsun Boyou's hand, shaking his head at him.

Seeing that Chu Qiu's expression was off, he stopped what he was doing and walked to Wu Ziyan's side.

Only then did she remember the old scar on her shoulder, and for a moment she felt a pang of guilt.

"I'm so sorry, miss, I hurt you."

"It's alright, it's alright. You guys get some rest. I'm going back to my room."

If she stayed here any longer, she would pinch those shoulders until they were covered in sand. Changsun Boyu thought she was angry.

So he followed her out, and when he heard someone chasing him out, she didn't turn around, but simply went to her room.

Just as they were about to close the door, it was blocked by a large hand.

She looked at Changsun Boyou without speaking, but her eyes seemed to convey a thousand words to him.

“Miss, I shouldn’t be jealous, but perhaps it’s just a man’s nature. After all, I’ve given you my heart.”

With tears welling in her eyes, Wu Ziyan slowly uttered a question: Something's not right.

Why are they all confessing their feelings one by one? Have they reached some crucial plot point?

"That, that..."

Changsun Boyu grabbed her small hand and placed it on his chest; he could indeed hear his heart pounding.

Looking up into his deep eyes again, she saw nothing but tenderness and affection, a feeling that sent a chill down her spine for a moment.

"Are you going to detour through Qiyang on your way back?"

"how do you know?"

“I just know it’s not fair.”

"Chu Qiu is close to you all, and he's already told you all this?"

"If I said he was talking in his sleep, Miss, would you believe me?"

"Alright, alright, come in and talk."

Once inside the room, he succeeded, somewhat like he had forced Wu Ziyan. He closed the door as soon as he entered and even tightened the bolt.

She sensed something was wrong with him. He placed one hand on the side of Wu Ziyan that wasn't injured and gently pulled her into his arms.

It's as if he's some kind of fragile object, that if you use too much force, he'll break.

"Miss, does your wound hurt?"

"pain."

"Let me blow on it for you."

Wu Ziyan: ?

What brought this to me? Let me tell you about it.

It wasn't even dark yet, and he was already thinking about this and that, but he didn't want to do that outside!

Before she could even utter a word of refusal, Changsun Boyu's hands were already beginning to help him remove his outer garment.

By the time she grabbed his hand, her clothes had already sagged down to her waist.

"Don't refuse me, miss."

It's really hard to refuse someone who says something like that.

He then unbuckled his belt and took off her other sleeve.

You can see her exposed wound, which is now only the size of a fingernail.

The scabs on the surface were torn, and you could see that he was genuinely distressed.

Puff out your cheeks and blow air onto the wound, whooshing.

Oh, so she was overthinking it. She really just wanted to blow on his wound and change his dressing.

Applying the medicine with bamboo strips felt too rigid, so he finally used his fingers to spread the ointment around the wound.

Changsun Boyu's fingers were cool and refreshing as he applied the ointment to the burning wound, which felt very comfortable.

She had been sitting up straight, but now that she knew he didn't have those thoughts, she leaned directly into his arms.

"Miss, please put your clothes on."

"Oh, it's not cold in the room anyway, so just hold me like this for a while."

She lay in Changsun Boyu's arms, her eyes gently closed.

Every man's embrace feels quite safe, but what he just said is also true.

That's really unfair. Should we go back and give him a betrothal letter too?

But the Empress wouldn't agree, would she? Sending Chu Qiu a betrothal letter was already her doing without consulting him first.

He'll have to make up for it with the credit he earned from this mission when he gets back.

"Bo You".