A few minutes later...
Mu Anxiao emerged from the inner room, her hair still dripping after changing her clothes.
"Come here," Zhang Yan said, sitting on the sofa.
Mu Anxiao nodded, walked to the sofa, and sat down. "These clothes aren't cheap," she said.
"When I buy, I buy brands, so of course, they aren't cheap," Zhang Yan replied. He took Mu Anxiao's injured hand. "Tsk tsk, my artifact is still as fierce as ever."
"Is there poison on your artifact?" Mu Anxiao asked, staring at her hand.
"It's just a minor spell that slows down wound healing, no poison," Zhang Yan said casually as he began to unwrap the bandage.
Mu Anxiao bit her lip. "Can you be a little gentler?"
"Who bandaged this for you? They're so unprofessional," Zhang Yan commented as he unwrapped it.
Mu Anxiao's lips twisted. "I bandaged it myself."
"No wonder," Zhang Yan said, completely removing the bandage.
Mu Anxiao stared at her wound, blurred by blood, tears welling up in her eyes.
Zhang Yan smirked and took out a small bottle from his antique medicine chest. "Your master said you're particularly prone to pouting and crying. It seems to be true," he said, pushing the wooden stopper out of the bottle with his thumb.
Mu Anxiao touched her nose with her good hand. "I don't cry easily. It's just that I feel sorry for myself."
"Alright, then I can only say you truly love yourself," he said, sprinkling a blue-glowing powder from the bottle onto Mu Anxiao's wound.
Mu Anxiao hissed, drawing a sharp breath.
"Does it hurt?" Zhang Yan asked as he sprinkled the powder.
"Of course, it hurts," Mu Anxiao replied, tightly pursing her lips.
"Logically speaking, you're much older than Feng Qishi's mother. If she beat you like that, and you didn't fight back, I'm afraid..."
"Don't mention age to me. I simply couldn't be bothered to fight with his mother."
"Were you afraid Feng Qishi would get angry again?"
Mu Anxiao turned her face away, remaining silent.
Zhang Yan chuckled. "Alright, I won't ask anymore."
At that moment, Liu Xian and Fan Yan knocked softly on the door.
Zhang Yan put the bottle back into the antique medicine chest. "Who is it?" he asked, then conjured a roll of bandage with his hand.
"It's us," Liu Xian responded.
"Come in," Zhang Yan said, beginning to bandage Mu Anxiao's wound.
Mu Anxiao lowered her head, swallowing.
Liu Xian exchanged a look with Fan Yan upon hearing Zhang Yan's voice, then opened the door and stepped inside first. Fan Yan followed, closing the door behind him with his hands clasped behind his back.
Zhang Yan tied off the bandage and looked up at the two of them. "What's up?"
"Nothing, we just saw you return and came to check," Fan Yan said softly.
Zhang Yan stood up, bent down to pick up the antique medicine chest, and said, "You saw her while you were on duty just now."
"Yes," Liu Xian nodded. "We saw you both just now, especially her. We didn't speak because we were on duty."
"Alright, you two chat," Zhang Yan said, heading towards the inner room with the antique medicine chest.
Mu Anxiao kept her head down, not saying a word.
Liu Xian cautiously glanced at Zhang Yan's retreating back and quickly stepped forward, asking, "Who beat you?"
Mu Anxiao remained silent.
Fan Yan glanced at the direct Liu Xian and said, "Mu Anxiao, have you been wronged in any way?"
"No," Mu Anxiao replied softly, uttering just two words.
"Then can you lift your head?" Fan Yan asked gently.
Mu Anxiao lightly touched her nose. "You two should go rest. I want to be alone for a while."