Yuwen Jing knew that Ye Shaohua had always liked him; otherwise, she wouldn’t have taken an injury for him.
However, he looked down on her for blocking that blow for him, believing there would have been others willing to do the same.
Yet, now, seeing Ye Shaohua in such a state, he felt somewhat bewildered.
He was not unaware of how much Ye Shaohua had liked him in the past, willing to save him even at the risk of her status in the Imperial Palace.
Therefore, when Ye Shaohua spoke those words, he didn’t quite believe her.
Thinking of this, he looked at Ye Shaohua warmly, "Don’t worry, General Ye has made such great contributions. I won’t treat you unfairly. From now on, you will be the master of Yuehua Palace."
He thought about how he had already wronged the Ye Family; although he did not like Ye Shaohua, his aversion to her had somewhat lessened.
"No need," Ye Shaohua beckoned with her fingers, and the palace maid immediately understood, bringing over paper and ink. "If you truly feel grateful to my father, please release me from the palace. Rest assured, I won’t foolishly spread the word."
This palace maid had only been transferred to her service for an hour.
Yuwen Jing was surprised. How come the palace maid was so obedient to Ye Shaohua’s words?
However, seeing that Ye Shaohua had taken out the paper and ink, Yuwen Jing realized the firmness of her resolve, knowing she wasn’t just trying to provoke him, but truly wanted to leave the Imperial Palace.
Despite some guilt, Yuwen Jing knew he didn’t like Ye Shaohua.
So, without much hesitation, he quickly wrote down documents declaring that Ye Shaohua had no obligations toward him, granting her freedom, while Yuehua Palace would forever be reserved for her.
He even signed his name at the bottom.
After signing, he felt a sense of relief wash over him.
He would need to compensate the General Residence properly afterward. He decided he would visit the National Treasury later.
Yuwen Jing mused to himself, then gently pointed to the bottom part of the document and said to Ye Shaohua, "Sign your name..."
At that moment, Yuwen Jing suddenly remembered that almost everyone in the Ye Family was obsessed with martial arts, except for Ye Shaofeng. The rest could barely read.
They learned to read to study military texts more.
When General Ye submitted his remonstrations, it was done through someone else’s handwriting.
With this thought, Yuwen Jing considerately added, "You can also use a handprint..."
"One copy for each person, Your Majesty." Before he could finish, Ye Shaohua took up the brush and deftly wrote her name.
Seeing her sign her name, Yuwen Jing said nothing more, simply adding, "Rest for a few days and... in a couple of days, I will escort you back to the General Residence to see General Ye and your younger brother Shaofeng, who has suffered a minor injury."
Hearing that Ye Shaofeng had been hurt, Ye Shaohua looked up sharply, "How is my brother now?"
Yuwen Jing quickly tried to reassure her, "I’ve already sent most of the Imperial Physicians there; they say there’s no danger to young General Ye’s life."
As for the likelihood of being crippled, he didn’t dare to verbalize it.
With that said, Yuwen Jing found he could no longer stay. He stuffed the document establishing the agreement with Ye Shaohua into his pocket, without looking at the words written on it.
Knowing Ye Shaohua had always been self-conscious about her handwriting, he didn’t want to upset her at this moment.
Seeing the large bottle Yuwen Yunshi gave her, Ye Shaohua squinted slightly, wondering where he had plundered it from.
Although she could concoct superior medicine, she saw no use for it and simply bowed her head to let a palace maid come in to unwrap the bandage, then carefully dusted the powder on the wound.
The palace maid’s hand shook when she saw the bottle of medicine in Ye Shaohua’s hand, but fortunately, she recovered quickly.
Ye Shaohua noticed her maid’s reaction, but decided to ignore it.
Seeing that Ye Shaohua still had her head down, the palace maid breathed a sigh of relief and continued to carefully apply the medicine powder to the shallow wound.
The word "heartache" flashed in the eyes of the palace maid, bowed low.
Yet her hands did not slow, evidently understanding some pharmacology.
**
Meanwhile, Yuwen Jing left Yuehua Palace but did not go to Changchun Palace where the empress lived; instead, he headed for the Imperial Study Room.
Handling state affairs.
It was not until he returned that he remembered the document signed with Ye Shaohua remaining in his breast pocket.
He called for the head eunuch and instructed him to fetch a sandalwood box.
As the eunuch unfolded the paper, he saw the three characters at a glance and his normally nonchalant hand instantly tensed.
"Wait, don’t put it in the box yet. Hand the paper to me for a look," demanded Yuwen Jing, his eyes fixed on the sheet.
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