Chapter 12 - Wheelchair
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Qian Jiujiu stared at Mu Yexiao’s expression blankly. “What are you thinking? Why do I feel a sudden chill down my spine?”
Mu Yexiao turned to glare at Qian Jiujiu, yet Qian Jiujiu chuckled sheepishly at Mu Yexiao.
“Oh yeah, Your Highness. I’ve been in the manor for a day now, I noticed that you have been sitting here all day long.”
Mu Yexiao furrowed his eyebrows. “What’s wrong with it? My legs are crippled now, I can’t even stand. If I don’t sit here, should I be walking outside?”
Qian Jiujiu rolled her eyes. “Isn’t there the…”
Speaking of this, she suddenly remembered that silver needles did not even exist here. It might be the same for wheelchairs too. Anyway, she asked just in case.
“What I meant was, isn’t there a tool to use?”
Mu Yexiao looked at Qian Jiujiu curiously. “A tool? What toy is that?”
It looked like they really had no wheelchairs. Qian Jiujiu shook her head and replied, “Tsk tsk, so pitiful.”
“How about this? Give me some papers, I’ll draw it out for you.”
Dong Chen quickly had the papers and pen ready. Qian Jiujiu’s drawing skills were magnificent and it was all thanks to her grandfather.
In their free time, Qian Jiujiu’s grandfather would ask her to draw different types of medicinal herbs. Some herbs had very small differences and Qian Jiujiu had to get them all right.
After some time, Qian Jiujiu managed to be very good at drawing.
Soon, with the active movements of Qian Jiujiu’s wrist and fingers, a perfect wheelchair appeared on the paper. After blowing the ink dry, she brought it before Mu Yexiao.
“Take a look, how’s it? Ask someone to make this for you, so I can bring you our for a walk next time.”
Mu Yexiao glanced at Qian Jiujiu and said, “You’re pretty smart, I see. Don’t tell me this is the idea of healing my legs?”
Qian Jiujiu shook her head. “Of course not. I said I would heal them, meaning you’ll stand on your own legs. I’m a person of my word.”
“You better don’t gauge the heart of a gentleman with your mean measures.”
With a faint smile on his face, Mu Yexiao peered at Qian Jiujiu. “Wow, you even know a gentleman? Not bad, not bad.”
Qian Jiujiu blinked. “What do you mean? Why do you sound so unusual?”
“Are you saying that I don’t have a culture? Or are you implying that I’m illiterate?”
Speaking of this, Qian Jiujiu’s long lashes waved up and down. Only then did she realize that the original owner might really be illiterate.
With Mu Yexiao’s weird gaze on her, Qian Jiujiu blinked her eyes awkwardly.
“Uhm, I learned it in secret. Beside the village I grew up in was a school. I learned how to read and write from there without anyone knowing.”
She felt guilty, so she spoke louder, “What is really wrong with you?”
“Isn’t the wheelchair great? I spent so much effort on it, do you want it or not?”
Hong Ling shot a worried gaze at Qian Jiujiu, she was scared that Mu Yexiao might easily punish Qian Jiujiu if she said the wrong words.
Although the times she spent with Qian Jiujiu was not long, Hong Ling really liked the Princess Consort.
Observing Qian Jiujiu’s look, Mu Yexiao simply raised his eyebrow. “Dong Chen, go get me the carpenter.”
Being able to get out of the room without getting on someone’s back, Mu Yexiao was looking forward to the idea.
In fact, it would take some time before his legs could fully heal.
Dong Chen went away immediately after the order fell. Mu Yexiao then noticed Qian Jiujiu’s weird expression.
“What is it, Princess Consort? Do you have anything else to tell me?”
Qian Jiujiu rolled her eyes. “Of course I have something to say. Didn’t I tell you that I would make you some detoxification pills? It seems like we’ll have to wait for two more days.”
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