A small cut appeared on Shen Ningning's right earlobe, beading with a few drops of blood.
The splash of red was exceptionally stark against her fair, jade-like skin.
The bowstring must have snapped and accidentally cut her ear.
Shen Ningning kept her head down, her little face clouded over as if she were deeply struck.
Muchun and Wanchun quickly led her back to the courtyard and found some ointment to apply to the wound.
Muchun then soaked a handkerchief in the decorative porcelain vat by the door. The water inside had been brought down from the mountains by Shen Ningning and was said to work wonders on wounds.
Seeing the little girl's big, bloodshot eyes, Wanchun's heart ached. Filled with anger, she said, "No matter how terrible Second Young Master Xie's temperament is, he shouldn't hurt you, Commandery Princess! You're his sister."
Shen Ningning's voice was soft and dejected. "I'm not his sister."
Wanchun froze.
