Those days when I exiled the paralyzed, deposed crown prince to farm

There were far too many maids kept in his mansion; just the twelve maids who served him when he went out alone.

Aman was a close maidservant who followed Zhao Ye wherever he went. She didn't talk much and always kept her head down, working diligently.

In fact, Zhao Ye sometimes felt secretly proud.

Because he took good care of the maids and servants in his household.

Aman was a little embarrassed, as this was the first time she had received so much money. In fact, she had saved up quite a bit of money when she was in the Crown Prince's residence.

However, after the Crown Prince's incident, everything was taken away, and few things were left behind.

"So you mean I can do whatever I want with this money?"

Zhao Ye nodded: "I don't know how to supplement the family income, buy things for the house, or how to buy things in the most cost-effective way."

"So it's best to let you manage this money."

Ah Man had originally thought that after successfully firing the bricks, he would still need to buy timber to build the house, which would be an expense. Now that he suddenly had an extra hundred taels of silver, wouldn't that solve the problem perfectly?

but……

"What if..." Ah Man thought for a moment and said, "What if I gave some of the money to the old lady?"

After Aman finished speaking, the courtyard became quiet.

Zhao Ye looked at her, his dark, deep eyes seeming to have shattered his composure. He remained calm, yet a storm was brewing within his seemingly tranquil chest.

He knew that Ah Man was giving herself a way out.

She knew that the tutor was his teacher, and that they were both in bad shape. This money could improve their lives, and he didn't want Aman to suffer.

At the same time, they couldn't bear to see the Jia family working so hard.

But he was afraid that Ah Man would overthink things if he spoke up. But now it seems... he was just being narrow-minded.

Zhao Ye laughed out loud: "This money is yours; you can spend it however you want!"

"That's good!" Ah Man breathed a sigh of relief.

She knew that Zhao Ye actually wanted to help the Jia family. They worked from dawn till dusk in the mines, earning only a pitiful two or three coins and some sorghum cakes.

Sorghum cakes aren't very tasty; wheat cakes are much better.

Yong'an's sorghum cakes are made by grinding sorghum rice and wheat bran together, adding some buckwheat flour, and then baking them. They are not only tasteless but also very dry.

It was meant as dry rations for long journeys. When you were hungry, you could break off a piece and eat it until your eyes welled up with tears.

Zhao Ye sat in front of the small fire pit, brewing medicine, fanning the fire in the stove with a palm-leaf fan in his hand, the flickering light occasionally illuminating his face.

As time went on, he became more and more like his former upright and dignified self.

Her previously sunken cheeks and eye sockets are now full and firm, and her long hair is draped smoothly down her back, perhaps because she had just taken a shower.

Ah Man's homemade soap powder is perfect for washing hair, and it has healed Zhao Ye's hair in just a short time.

Like silk, it is black, smooth, and glossy.

He sat quietly in the courtyard under the moonlight, his thin, frail body supporting his blue robe, as if he were about to ride the wind and return home.

Compared to the fine silks and satins he wore in the Crown Prince's residence, Zhao Ye, dressed in simple clothes, exuded a more down-to-earth and relatable air.

Ah Man used to think that although the Crown Prince was a good person, he wasn't very approachable. He always had no expression on his face and seemed to never have any emotional fluctuations.

Whether he was praised or punished by His Majesty, he remained indifferent.

He was busy with official duties all day long. When he was young, he often stayed at home to study. But when he got older, he would leave early and return late.

He was always so busy, learning horseback riding and archery, swordsmanship and martial arts, and occasionally going on secret missions to various places.

"Aman, come here."

In fact, Zhao Ye had noticed long ago that A'man was spying on him from behind.

That silly girl, if she wants to see, she can just look openly. She's seen every inch of his body, why does she need to look secretly?

Ah Man felt like he'd been caught stealing, and was a little embarrassed. The fire in the yard was burning brightly, the firewood was crackling and popping, and sparks were flying everywhere.

He took a handkerchief and carefully dried Ah Man's hair, saying, "Don't sleep with wet hair, or you'll get headaches later."

"The medicine...the medicine is boiling over!"

The lid of the earthenware pot used for decocting medicine was tumbling over, as if it were about to jump off at any moment.

Zhao Ye glanced at it and said, "No rush, dry your hair first."

Aman sat obediently in front of him, letting Zhao Ye dry her hair. Actually, her hair would dry very quickly in this kind of weather.

It's the season of water shortage right now. If it weren't for the water system, let alone taking a shower or washing our hair, even getting normal drinking water would be a problem.

"Don't sell your hair anymore."

He seemed not to hear what Aman said, and continued talking to himself.

His fingertips ran between Ah Man's hair and scalp, his fingertips were a little cool, Ah Man felt a little itchy on his scalp, and felt that something was wrong with what they were doing.

It seems a bit too ambiguous and intimate.

"How about... I do it myself?" Ah Man said.

"The night is long, no rush."

Ah Man's face burned even hotter.

She was saying something perfectly normal, but she just couldn't control her mind from wandering into all sorts of random thoughts. As a modern person, Aman's thinking was never conservative.

She has seen everything, both things she should and shouldn't have seen.

Finally, Ah Man couldn't take it anymore. She hurriedly stood up, distanced herself from him, and said with a flushed face, "I...I'll go get you your medicine!"

After saying that, she reached out to grab the medicine jar.

"Aman!"

"hiss--"

In his panic, he forgot that the earthenware pot was burning hot over the fire, and the handle was scalding hot. His fingers were quickly burned red.

"you……"

Zhao Ye quickly grabbed her hand, his handsome brows furrowing tightly: "What are you doing?"

She seemed very flustered; he had never seen Ah Man so panicked before.

The burning pain spread little by little across my fingertips; the pain in my ten fingers was truly extraordinary.

Zhao Ye quickly put her hands in cold water to soak, and A-Man's brows furrowed.

She was too flustered just now, otherwise she wouldn't have burned her hand.

"I... I can do it myself." Aman tried to pull her hand away, but Zhao Ye gripped it even tighter.

His hands were large, with calluses on his palms, and they gently brushed against her wrist, making it tickle.

"Soak it a little longer, otherwise it will hurt a lot."

His voice was very soft, like a weightless feather gently brushing against the tip of her heart. Ah Man's heart almost jumped out of her chest, but she held it back tightly.

What's wrong with her? She's been acting more and more abnormal lately.

"I can handle these things myself from now on, you don't need to do everything yourself." In fact, apart from his mobility issues, Zhao Ye's other bodily functions are not a big problem.

Most of the problems are bone-related; as for his legs...

Aman stared blankly at his lowered eyelashes, which seemed to be covered with fine moonlight, obscuring his dark and lustrous eyes.