Chapter 119 Invite Her

The heads of various departments who were originally assigned to the compartments all opened the doors. Seeing this scene, they took a long time to react. Some panicked, some dodged, and some shouted, "Murder, murder! Quick, someone wants to kill the governor, come quickly! Protect the governor!"

In an instant, the entire lobby was surrounded by people from the government office. These three people were not professional killers, and they were quickly restrained by the sharp blades and thrown into the rope net. While struggling, they all became prisoners.

Zhao Yan arranged this because there hadn't been any officials assassinated in Quanzhou for a long time, so the officials here wouldn't bring bodyguards with them when they traveled, let alone wear armor.

Once he was assassinated, the officials under him would be very panicked. They would all think about saving their own lives and would not bother to investigate how the incident happened.

The scene was in chaos for a long time. Finally, it was He Dianshi who rushed in from outside and several inspectors who brought the situation under control.

Anfu didn't know about tonight's operation, and anxiously supported Zhao Yan. He saw that Zhao Yan's face was pale, and blood had soaked from his arms to the entire hem of his clothes, and the color of his official uniform had changed.

"Master... Sir... Sir. Hurry up and call a doctor. Please save my master!" An Fu shouted tremblingly, tears falling.

He didn't know about tonight's action in advance. At this moment, he just felt that if the young master died, he would die with him.

Zhao Yan had underestimated the impact of his own blow. Having lost too much blood, he strained his willpower and said in a deep voice, "Go...invite Miss Yu..."

Xu Tongren, who was originally on the other side of the river, also heard the commotion here. He hurriedly brought people over, checked on Zhao Yan's condition, and immediately instructed his attendants, "Go quickly! Go and get a doctor. Lord Zhao has lost too much blood and his life is in danger!"

Anfu knew that the person the young master wanted to see most at the moment was Miss Yu, so he turned around and said to the adults, "Please take care of my master... I'll go and ask someone to come over..." Then he hurried away.

Anfu knew that Changming Pavilion had just opened recently, and Miss Yu must be in the shop. He ran across two streets, but only saw the shop assistants and the master craftsman inside.

The people here had just heard that someone was planning to assassinate the governor, so they all went out to see what was going on.

Anfu caught someone and asked, "Where is Miss Yu?"

The clerk didn't recognize Anfu either. He just felt that the man was blocking his way, so he said impatiently, "Miss Yu has left." Finally, he added, "She left with Master Baili."

Anfu was so anxious that she didn't notice the impatience in his words and asked again, "When will she come back?"

The guy asked, "How would I know that? What do you want from her?"

Anfu was in no mood to delay any further and said, "Nothing."

The female apprentice next to her was curious. She was Yu Huatang's personal disciple, so naturally she cared about her master's affairs. Qing Xing said, "I'll tell my master when she comes back. What's your name, big brother?"

Anfu didn't dare to delay any longer, so he just said "Anfu" and left.

When Anfu returned to Baoxiang Tower again, Zhao Yan had already been helped to lie on the bed, surrounded by a group of officials, and the doctor he had invited was cutting open his clothes.

Anfu immediately came to the bedside. At this time, Zhao Yan's blood was flowing more, and some parts of his body were stuck to his flesh and blood. His forehead was covered with sweat, his breathing was very rapid, and his face was abnormally flushed.

His rapid breathing made it seem as if he was breathing less and more, and it seemed as if he had lost too much blood and his wound had become infected and he was beyond help.

Hearing that Anfu had returned, he forced his eyes open to look, but saw him alone, his eyes full of questions.

Anfu was so worried about his son's injuries that he only realized what was happening after he asked for a long time. He said, "I didn't find her."

The latter went out with Master Baili, so he didn't dare to say anything.

He was afraid that his son would be even more sad and upset after hearing such a situation, and he didn't want to rub salt into the wound.

Zhao Yan said nothing, simply lying on the bed with his eyes half closed. The other officials couldn't hear what they were saying, as they were all staring at his injuries. At this time, Xu Tongren beside him asked worriedly, "Doctor, how is Lord Zhao's injury?"

The doctor cut open all the clothes on his arm, revealing a hideous wound that stretched from the wrist to the upper arm, with flesh flying off. "It looks like it's starting to get inflamed. If the wound were smaller, it would be fine. But with such a large area and the inflammation and pus, I'm afraid it's not going to be good!"

After saying this, the doctor looked up at Xu Tongren, meaning that they had to make a decision quickly, because if the condition worsened, they would not be able to escape.

Xu Tongren was also a little embarrassed at this time. He looked at Anfu and motioned him to speak.

Anfu didn't dare to speak even more. He was just a servant serving the young master. How could he dare to say something that could decide the young master's life?

"If the wound worsens... and there's no way to stop it, then that's my fate. Doctor... don't be embarrassed, just treat me." Zhao Yan said, looking at Xu Tongren, "Master Xu, if that day really comes, please help me convey this message to the capital. I am an unfilial son and can no longer serve you by your side. Please don't be sad... I'll come back in the next life..."

By the time he finished saying this, he was almost out of strength. Xu Tongren, who was listening, felt sad and hurriedly comforted him, "Sir Zhao... don't worry, maybe the situation is not that bad..." After saying this, he also felt unconvinced and sighed helplessly.

Zhao Yan looked at the other officials and said to Yan Quan, "Master Yan..."

He spoke softly, and Yan Quan, still heartbroken, didn't hear him. It was only when He Dianshi, who was standing beside him, pushed him that he finally responded. Yan Quan immediately squeezed forward from the crowd, "Master Zhao, please speak..."

Zhao Yan looked at him and said, "If I unfortunately die, the killer we arrested today might be in trouble. The previous... Jiang family case might also be in trouble... Lord Yan, please... before the new imperial censor arrives... make a decision according to the previous discussion..."

Zhao Yan had been in office for more than half a year, and his biggest case was the Jiang family's bridge corruption case and the complex connection between them and Jiang Huaxiang. If he died, the Jiang family case, originally scheduled for execution next year, would be disrupted. Yan Quan also understood the key points. Seeing that Lord Zhao was still concerned about the case despite his injuries, he felt admiration and said, "Don't worry, Lord Zhao, I will monitor this case until it is concluded."

Zhao Yan nodded weakly and looked towards the bed. He found that there was nothing more to order. The only thing he couldn't let go of was her.

He planned everything carefully, including this one. He even cut the wound himself. To make it more realistic, he got in front of the killer and took his hand with more force. He didn't expect it to get infected and inflamed so quickly.

He was bleeding a lot and was afraid that he couldn't hold on, so he asked Anfu to call her. He wanted to take advantage of his injury to find out what happened between her and Baili, and he also wanted her to soften her heart for once because of his injury.