She took his pulse for a moment before retrieving a set of silver needles from her Spatial Bag.
She looked up at him.
"This will hurt a little."
Su Qing sat there without a word.
Su Ye rolled up his sleeve, inserting silver needles into several acupoints on his arm before placing a few more on his neck.
This time, he didn't resist, letting her place the needles.
As Su Ye worked, she looked at his pale face and explained in a low voice,
"I wasn't trying to avoid you."
As she spoke, her gaze fell on his thin lips, which were chapped from a lack of water.
Her eyes swept around the room. Tea cups and the like were smashed all over the floor; there wasn't a single intact vessel to drink from.
Just then, Fei Chen's voice sounded from outside the door at the perfect moment.
"Miss Su, you arrived in a hurry and probably haven't had supper. The Prince hasn't eaten either.
Perhaps you could dine with the Prince.
