Because of his injuries, Li Ji couldn't bathe as usual. He could only have someone help wash his body.
This was a job for maids like Jinxiu. However, Li Ji, still fuming over Hua Manman's thought—'I've never once thought about having Prince Zhao's children'—insisted that she wash him herself.
How could Hua Manman have known that a single, stray thought would cause this much trouble?
She didn't even know how she'd offended the man this time. Resigned to her fate, she could only roll up her sleeves and arduously begin washing Prince Zhao.
At first, Hua Manman was a little shy and didn't dare look at Prince Zhao's body.
But once she saw the network of scars crisscrossing his body, her shyness gradually faded.
Li Ji didn't just have scars on his legs; there were many others on his body. The two on his shoulder and abdomen were the most prominent.
Every scar on his body represented an injury he had once sustained.
