Princess Fengyang took Qi Nanxue into the room she had reserved at the Beijing Grand Theater and took out a tube of ointment from the drawer.
"Sit down."
She pointed to a circle chair by the wall.
Qi Nanxue obediently sat down.
Princess Fengyang looked down at him, and carefully applied a bit of ointment on his forehead with her slender, white fingers.
"Doesn't it hurt after banging your head so much?"
While applying the ointment, she muttered softly, "Your head is bleeding, yet you keep doing it, are you out of your mind?"
Qi Nanxue didn't feel any pain at that moment.
He was delighted, beyond words.
"You must not do this anymore. If you want to thank Father Emperor, I will take you to the palace to kowtow in front of him."
Princess Fengyang whispered as she gently blew on Qi Nanxue's forehead, "Does it still hurt?"
"No, it doesn't."
