This way.

Upon seeing this, a hint of surprise flashed in Qin Mohan's eyes.

Unexpectedly, the princess's skill was so profound; with just a casual wave of her arm, she was able to knock the left protector to the ground.

How did she train to be so strong? Or rather, what did she go through?

This large group of over thirty people was completely helpless against her, and they were all wiped out in just a few breaths.

A young woman confined to her chambers possesses such formidable combat prowess and is remarkably decisive in her killings.

Watching her kill someone is like watching her kill a chicken; it's as if killing someone is nothing more than a trivial matter to her, or perhaps she's already used to it.

Such ruthlessness... No wonder Ye Guoxiang's family said she wasn't Ye Qingcheng.

But if not.

Then how did her father test her blood to verify her identity?

Qin Mohan looked at the dashing Ye Qingcheng and couldn't understand it at all.

However, something seemed to come to mind, and a smile appeared on his face.

Meanwhile, on this side...

After killing the Left Protector, Ye Qingcheng squatted down and searched the Left Protector's body for a while, finding a token.

She picked it up and saw the words "Qingyun Hall" written on it. Her brows furrowed slightly.

Then he walked back to Qin Mohan's place.

"Qin Mohan, look at this token."

Qin Mohan took the token and frowned slightly: "Qingyun Hall."

"Hmm! Do you know which side the Qingyun Hall belongs to?"

Qin Mohan shook his head and then said, "Qingyun Hall is a powerful assassin organization in the martial arts world, with dozens of branches scattered throughout the country."

Its members are all exceptionally skilled and highly proficient in martial arts. It is said that the sect leader's martial arts are unfathomable, and any one of the branch leaders is a master in their own right.

"An assassin organization?"

"That's right."

"So, the Qingyun Hall is a powerful force in the martial arts world?"

"kindness!"

"Qin Mohan, I never expected that they would hire such a powerful martial arts force to deal with you in order to eliminate you. It's truly hateful," Ye Qingcheng said angrily.

Upon hearing this, Qin Mohan saw Ye Qingcheng's stunningly beautiful face, which held a look of feigned anger for him, and a warmth rose in his heart.

He smiled and said, "They won't stop until I die, so please don't be angry, Your Highness."

Seeing that he could still laugh, Ye Qingcheng pouted and glared at him: "What do you mean by 'let it go'? They're trying to kill you, and you can still laugh."

"I am laughing because I am happy."

"happy?"

"Yes! Seeing that the Princess Consort was so angry for me, of course I'm happy!"

"You...you really do think just like your father."

"Hahaha!"

Upon hearing this, Qin Mohan burst into laughter, but the laughter aggravated his wounds, causing him to hiss involuntarily.

Upon seeing this, Ye Qingcheng immediately became anxious and quickly helped him up. "How are you? Quick...quick, sit down and let me see your wound."

"Your Highness, don't be nervous, I'm fine."

"Hmph, you're injured like this and you still say you're fine? Sit down quickly."

Ye Qingcheng supported Qin Mohan and groaned softly.

Seeing this, Qin Mohan smiled and then let Ye Qingcheng help him sit down.

After sitting down.

Ye Qingcheng first examined his body from head to toe, looking at all the wounds. She saw that most of the wounds were deep, with the flesh turned outwards, revealing the white bone.

She instantly emanated another chill, her eyes filled with coldness.

"They died too easily; I should have given them a few more swords."

Ye Qingcheng looked at Qin Mohan's wounds and said with a face full of anger.

Upon hearing this, Qin Mohan was once again deeply moved. With such a wife, what more could a husband ask for?

This way.

After Ye Qingcheng finished venting her anger, she suppressed her coldness and slowly lifted Qin Mohan's clothes.

However, his clothes were torn all over, and the dried blood had stuck to his skin.

She couldn't lift it all at once; she could only lift it little by little, carefully and gently, revealing her tenderness as she lifted the torn pieces of cloth.

What should have been a short time took Ye Qingcheng nearly half an incense stick's time to completely remove Qin Mohan's clothes.

After Qin Mohan's bronze upper body was fully revealed, there were nearly a dozen long knife and sword wounds.

She felt another pang of heartache, raised her delicate hand, and gently touched the wound with her fingertips, her eyes filled with tenderness.

Does it hurt?

Qin Mohan smiled and shook his head: "It doesn't hurt."

"Such a deep wound, and you still say it doesn't hurt? You men just love to show off."

Qin Mohan smiled after hearing this and said nothing more.

After carefully examining each wound, Ye Qingcheng breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, only two wounds need to be stitched up. The others just need some medicine powder and a few days of ointment, and they will be almost completely healed."

"Huh? We need to stitch it up?"

"Of course, those two wounds are too deep. Just applying medicine won't help. Let me give you some basic treatment first to prevent infection."

"Infect?"

"kindness!"

Ye Qingcheng nodded in agreement, then took out a bottle of medicine powder from her sleeve and opened the cap.

"Qin Mohan, it will sting a little when these powders are sprinkled on, please bear with it."

Qin Mohan nodded.

Then Ye Qingcheng slowly and gently sprinkled the medicinal powder onto Qin Mohan's wound.

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