Chapter 238 - 150: The Purpose of the Eighteenth Lady_2

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Chapter 238: Chapter 150: The Purpose of the Eighteenth Lady_2"It was my fault today," Xiao Song thought back to the scene he had just witnessed, his throat turning dry, so he quickly refocused, "I understand your meaning and will certainly comply." "Thank you, Mister Xiao," Xing Niang slightly bowed, sighing inwardly. She could see that Xiao Song looked at their mistress with affection. She had always thought highly of Xiao Song, if only he didn’t have the reputation of causing his wife’s death. "Mister Xiao," Ran Meiyu’s crisp voice called out. Xing Niang made her excuses and turned back to attend to Ran Yan in the cabin. "Found the ginger slices! Found the ginger slices!" Wan Lu rushed over from the rear cabin, not paying attention to Ran Meiyu, and accidentally bumped into her. In truth, the force was not great, and a normal person could have steadied themselves, but Ran Meiyu cried out in surprise, and deliberately threw herself towards Xiao Song’s embrace. Sёarᴄh the NôvelFire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Xiao Song slightly furrowed his brows and imperceptibly moved a few steps to the left. Only the sound of a thud was heard on the deck as Ran Meiyu, with a look of utter grievance, lifted her head to see Xiao Song awkwardly retracting the posture he had been ready to catch her with, and then with a tone of regret and concern, said, "Lady Eighteen, did you hurt yourself? It’s truly improper for me to have reacted slowly and allowed you to fall." With that, he said sternly to Wan Lu, "Why aren’t you coming to help Lady Eighteen up!" Ran Meiyu had closed her eyes out of nervousness when she lunged forward, so she had not seen Xiao Song’s action, but Wan Lu had seen everything clearly; thus, even though Xiao Song was now imposing, Wan Lu wasn’t really scared. "Lady Eighteen, this servant deserves to die, I ran too hastily and didn’t see Lady Eighteen," Wan Lu tucked the ginger slices into her sleeve and reached out to help Ran Meiyu up. "You...," Ran Meiyu began to scold, but remembering that Xiao Song was still there, she swallowed the rest of her sentence and continued, "You careless servant, how can you serve your master like this!" If it had been any other day, Wan Lu would have rolled up her sleeves and argued back, but today she didn’t want to make it seem like their mistress had failed to teach her servants properly, so she meekly said, "This servant deserves to die." "Lady Eighteen, you didn’t hurt yourself anywhere, did you?" Xiao Song asked "concernedly." Ran Meiyu quickly composed herself and extended her hand, "It seems like my hand is scratched." "Liu Qingsong!" Xiao Song called out loudly. Liu Qingsong, who was hiding by the side of the cabin, felt a pang of anxiety and, not daring to let Xiao Song call out a second time, came trembling over with his bag. "Help Lady Eighteen bandage her wound," Xiao Song ordered. Ran Meiyu, feeling disappointed yet also admiring, couldn’t help but inwardly praise the Xiao family of Lanling for having such servants who stealthily stayed in the shadows, always ready to come at a moment’s call. Ran Meiyu didn’t know that wherever there was gossip, there was Liu Qingsong! "The ladies of the Ran family are one more delicate than the next," Liu Qingsong remarked with a tut. Ran Meiyu stealthily gave Xiao Song a glance and shyly lowered her head. "I’ve been presumptuous," Liu Qingsong said as he took out a bottle of his self-made herbal disinfectant from the medical box and poured it on the small scratch on Ran Meiyu’s hand. "Ah!" Ran Meiyu’s high-pitched shriek, eight octaves too high, caused Liu Qingsong to jump, and the bottle of disinfectant he was holding clattered onto the deck. Ran Meiyu’s eyes brimmed with tears as she clutched her hand. Trembling, Liu Qingsong stammered, "Miss Eighteen, I swear I didn’t mean to harm you..." To anyone listening, it might sound like a scene out of a murder mystery! Although Liu Qingsong couldn’t be counted as an upstanding young man, he had always abided by the law, his only vice being a fondness for the unsavory, but he’d never actually done anything truly wicked. "Is this how you administer treatment?" demanded Ran Meiyu. Liu Qingsong coughed dryly and said, "I normally only take care of our Lord, and while I may not be gentle, I assure you it’s effective." Ran Meiyu, having heard that Liu Qingsong was Xiao Song’s personal doctor, couldn’t help feeling delighted, but just as she was getting pleased, she overheard Liu Qingsong muttering, "Miss Seventeen didn’t even cry out like this when I bandaged her broken arm." "Didn’t you say you only tend to your lord?" Ran Meiyu felt tricked. "I said ’normally’," Liu Qingsong replied while swiftly wrapping Ran Meiyu’s wound. At the end, he admired the butterfly knot on her delicate hand and proudly clapped his hands. "Guaranteed, it will be better by tomorrow morning." The truth was that even without ointment, the small wound would have healed by the next morning. "Miss Eighteen, you’re injured; you should return and rest well," Xiao Song said. Ran Meiyu curtsied, "I shall take my leave." No sooner had Ran Meiyu left than Wan Lu quickly made her excuses and dashed back to the cabin. Ge Lan had just finished scraping therapy on Ran Yan and was wiping her body down before putting on her robe when she turned and saw Wan Lu pouting, prompting an inquisitive glance from her. "I was wondering, Miss Eighteen seemed in no rush to come to Chang’an before, but now she quickly followed! It’s clear now, Miss Eighteen is here for Young Master Xiao," Wan Lu complained indignantly. Madam Xing gave her a stern look, "Where’s the ginger slice?" Wan Lu took out a ginger slice from her sleeve and handed it to Madam Xing. Madam Xing took the ginger slice and tapped Wan Lu’s head, "They are both single, what’s there for you to be dissatisfied about? Don’t make a fuss over trivial matters." Wan Lu pouted, "I’m not saying it’s unacceptable, but you didn’t see how Miss Eighteen was acting all shy and demure like a lady, yet is she really? She even deliberately threw herself at Young Master Xiao..." "You, always the busybody, like a dog meddling in the affairs of mice," retorted Madam Xing as she placed the ginger in Ran Yan’s mouth and settled down to massage her head. Wan Lu pouted and knelt beside the bed to massage the ’tiger’s mouth’ area on Ran Yan’s hand. Ran Yan felt much better after the scraping therapy, the dizziness had subsided considerably, "Open the window, please." Ge Lan opened a crack in the lattice window, letting in the slightly fishy, cool breeze from the river, and Ran Yan sighed in relief. (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation tickets, monthly tickets; your support is my greatest motivation.)

Chapter 238 - 150: The Purpose of the Eighteenth Lady_2

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