Yu Xiaocao’s willow-like eyebrows came together in a frown as she tried to think of a way to convince Zhu Junyang to use the mystic-stone water within her pouch to clean her wound. Zhu Junyang suppressed the smile on his lips and earnestly said, ‘What’s wrong? Don’t you think this prince makes sense ah? How about this? I could help you lick your wounds and use my saliva to help you disinfect it…” 

Wutong, who was waiting at the side if her master needed anything, felt her face turn bright red! She hesitated a bit. If Royal Prince Yang really planned on using his saliva to wash her young miss’s face, how should she stop him? 

“Go away! Aren’t you dirty ah? Isn’t it disgusting to use your saliva to lick my wounds?” Yu Xiaocao almost wanted to laugh at the absurdness of it all. This fellow just knew how to take advantage of her. Why did she used to think that he was a cold and aloof person? Clearly, he was just a shameless rascal! 

Zhu Junyang couldn’t restrain his laughter any longer and took the water pouch from her hands, “Alright, I’ll stop teasing you! This prince will help you clean your wound. Wutong, where’s your young miss’s cosmetic box? Go take out a few cotton swabs and bring them here.” 

Although Yu Xiaocao hadn’t reached the age when she would start using cosmetics, she had already prepared a beautiful red sandalwood box that was delicately carved to carry them. Inside...