After Pei Shu'er and Tang Zan left, Yan Hengyin spoke to Yinxing.
"Do you have a mirror?"
Yinxing brought over a copper mirror and handed it to Yan Hengyin. He reached out with his bandaged hand and lifted the mirror, only to see his face wrapped densely in bandages.
Black-brown medicinal liquid seeped through the gauze, looking mottled and terrifying.
He was already disfigured.
He laughed at himself, causing the wound to throb, and soon blood seeped through the gauze.
The Third Prince, once the most handsome and charming in the Capital, the dream man of countless young women, who they wished to bear children with, was now disfigured.
No wonder, no wonder Pei Shu'er didn't recognize him and called him General Lu.
She only recognized the armor he wore.
The love she once vowed was eternal now seemed insignificant.
He tentatively asked Yinxing, "That girl, isn't she the Heir's wife of Tang Zan?"
Since she mistook him for Lu Yuan, he might as well act the part.
