Xiao Yao was fussing with the lavender.
She plucked the tiny lavender petals, one by one.
She carefully filled a bag she had somehow produced, bit by bit.
Sensing someone standing behind her, she turned her head, gave him a faint glance, and then continued with her task.
Feng Yexuan, feeling ignored, frowned. "You dare to pick my things?"
"Either way, I can't afford to compensate you. Picking one flower is a debt, picking ten thousand is also a debt. Does Your Highness intend for me to ever be able to afford it?"
Xiao Yao pouted, unconcerned.
This silly girl was not foolish at all. He had seen it long ago; he never intended for her to truly be able to afford it.
She did have some small cleverness.
However, what truly moved Feng Yexuan was her speed in calming down and her ability to regulate herself.
She had been very angry just moments ago, so angry she had wanted to fight him.
But once she clearly realized she couldn't defeat him, she became calm.
After calming down, she was even able to quiet herself quickly and attend to her own affairs.
Looking at the densely packed little flowers in the small bag, it was clear she had been at it for a long time.
She had likely started picking flowers not long after she sat down.
Truly, she could always find something to do for herself!
He was somewhat bewildered.
If behavior could be imitated, then the style of doing things and one's attitude towards life were revealed inadvertently.
She was naturally like this; this was something that could never be imitated.
In fact, Feng Yexuan knew in his heart that the accusation he had just leveled against her was merely an excuse he had found for himself because he couldn't explain his own actions.
What did it have to do with her?
"Are you injured?" Feng Yexuan's gaze suddenly fell upon the back of Xiao Yao's hand.
Xiao Yao looked down and snorted coldly. "Thanks to Your Highness's gift!"
Feng Yexuan then remembered that when he had thrown her to the ground, she seemed to have frowned while looking at the back of her hand.
Was it scraped then?
He instinctively crouched down, intending to touch her wound.
Xiao Yao frowned and glared up at him. "Your Highness, I advise you not to touch me!"
Otherwise, he would say she was deliberately trying to seduce him or get close to him.
This scoundrel had an unpredictable temperament; it was best to avoid him!
He knew what she meant, and he also knew that his actions were indeed somewhat erratic.
But when had he ever needed to explain his actions to anyone?
"Get up." He suddenly straightened up, gazing down at her.
"What for?" Xiao Yao really didn't want to leave. Her small bag was not yet full.
Although there were lavender flowers everywhere, she was picking only the best ones for essential oil.
Being so selective, she had only managed to fill half the bag so far.
"If Your Highness is tired, you can go back first. I'll be later... You! You! You scoundrel! Let go of me!"
This scoundrel! He was truly mad!
"I can walk myself! Let go! It's so uncomfortable!"
In the end, she couldn't utter another word.
Because he had once again grabbed her by the back of her collar and lifted her up.
The method was rough, but for some reason, he always managed to find a balance point, making her uncomfortable but not so much that she couldn't breathe.
But being carried like this, like a kitten, was too embarrassing if anyone saw her!
She was thrown into the room again, but this time, perhaps Feng Yexuan had a sliver of conscience, as he didn't throw her onto the floor.
Instead, he dropped her onto a long bench.
"Someone, prepare dinner. Make it plentiful, this foolish girl is too thin!"
He even retrieved some medicine and tossed it at her, his gaze sweeping over the wound on the back of her hand.
"Clean yourself up. Don't let me see it again. If I have to take action, you will suffer!"