Chapter 3 How Can This King Bear to Let Eleven Die

Yun Qingshi was telling the truth, there was absolutely no falsehood in it.

He was now dizzy, his limbs were weak, and he had chills all over his body, which were obvious signs of excessive blood loss.

The wound was still bleeding.

But Xiao Jiwu still looked like he was having fun, so he had to remind him.

Hearing this, Xiao Jiwu's gaze fell on the boy's fragile and pitiful little face again. A hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes, as if he was really thinking about Yun Qingshi's words.

At the same time, his movements did not stop. The man's fingertips wiped the boy's pale lips, staining them with a little scarlet.

After a moment, he commented, "Poor thing."

Yun Qingshi: ...

What are you talking about? What are you talking about!?

You feel sorry for him but still bully him?

Yun Qingshi was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He was really speechless.

He closed his eyes tiredly and said no more.

Destroy it.

Xiao Jiwu looked at the young man in his arms with his eyes closed and a look of despair, but he couldn't help but slightly curl the corners of his lips, and then opened his lips again.

"How can this king bear to see Eleven die?" he said.

The other person's voice was inappropriately gentle. Upon hearing that, Yun Qingshi opened his eyes again and looked at Xiao Jiwu intently.

If we put aside this man's bad character, to be honest, Xiao Jiwu is really good-looking.

It really is in line with his aesthetic taste.

And each other's eyes, different pupils, one as black as ink, the other as blue as the sea, breathtakingly beautiful.

It's just that people are too perverted.

Yun Qingshi looked at the other person helplessly, waiting for Xiao Jiwu to let him go.

This time, Xiao Jiwu's actions were consistent with his words, and he finally slowly loosened the arms that were shackled on the young man.

Realizing this, Yun Qingshi finally breathed a sigh of relief, then held on to the small table and tried to stand up.

But the moment he stepped on the ground, his vision went dark and his legs went limp again.

But the imagined pain did not come.

Yun Qingshi frowned and calmed himself down. Looking at Xiao Jiwu's hands holding his arms, he realized that the other party had supported him in time.

"Thank you," he said.

The words came out subconsciously, after all, Yun Qingshi had always been quite polite.

Then he was stunned.

After reflection, he just wanted to slap himself twice.

Xiao Jiwu curled his lips again imperceptibly and warned, "Stand firm."

Yun Qingshi nodded slightly.

He got up too quickly just now and that's why he felt dizzy. Now he should be able to stand steadily.

It has to be said that the physical fitness of this body is many times stronger than his previous one, and it can withstand such a serious injury for so long.

After standing firmly, Yun Qingshi instinctively covered his wound and took two steps back before speaking again.

He asked, "Your Majesty, can I go back now?"

Xiao Jiwu's eyes swept over the young man's injuries again. He did not respond to Yun Qingshi's words, but instead spoke to the outside of the hall: "Zhao Mingde."

Zhao Mingde had been guarding the door. Upon hearing this, he quickly stepped into the hall and said respectfully, "Your Majesty has given your orders."

Xiao Jiwu lazily propped up his head and said, "Go tell Ye Runan to cure Eleven."

Zhao Mingde quickly agreed: "Yes, I will do it right away."

Xiao Jiwu then gave Yun Qingshi a look.

Yun Qingshi received the look in Xiao Jiwu's eyes and understood that this meant that he agreed to let him leave, so he turned around and walked out without hesitation.

Although he walked very slowly, it was already his fastest speed.

He was afraid that a villain would suddenly change his mind.

Fortunately, he finally got out of the door safely.

It was only when Yun Qingshi went out that he realized that it had become dark in just a short while.

A breeze blew, and the lanterns in the corridor swayed gently.

Regardless of his sadness, Yun Qingshi spoke with difficulty and called out to Zhao Mingde, who was walking in front of him: "Eunuch, wait a moment..."

He really didn't have much strength and the sound he made was very small.

Fortunately, Zhao Mingde heard the sound and stopped.

Zhao Mingde quickly turned around and came back to Yun Qingshi: "Master Eleven? What do you want to call me for?"

Yun Qingshi spoke with difficulty: "Father-in-law...can you take me back? I don't have the strength...to go back alone."

In fact, the main reason was that he simply couldn't find the original owner's residence.

The worry on Zhao Mingde's face didn't seem fake, and he agreed without any hesitation: "Okay, hold on to me, I'll take you back."

"Thank you." Yun Qingshi nodded gratefully, holding Zhao Mingde's arm and walking forward, lending him some strength.

The road was winding with winding corridors, pavilions and waterside terraces. It took a while for the clouds to clear before I finally followed Zhao Mingde into a remote courtyard.

In fact, the distance was not far, it was just that he couldn't walk fast.

The moon was quite round tonight, illuminating the yard quite brightly, which was why Yun Qingshi was able to see the entire yard clearly.

The courtyard in front of him was not big, and was not as luxurious as Xiao Jiwu's courtyard. It only had simple houses neatly arranged in rows.

Under the cover of night, only a few houses were lit.

Zhao Mingde quickly supported Yun Qingshi and walked towards one of the dark rooms.

The door opened and Yun Qingshi was helped to sit on a stool.

Zhao Mingde took out the candle from the lantern and lit the lamp on the table.

The candle lit up, finally bringing some light.

Yun Qingshi took a quick look around the room and couldn't help but frown.

Pretty crude, he thought.

Zhao Mingde continued, "Master Eleven, please rest first. I will go and fetch Doctor Ye."

Yun Qingshi nodded in agreement: "Okay."

Zhao Mingde left immediately.

The door was closed carefully. Yun Qingshi slowly withdrew his gaze and frowned in pain again.

He finally had the chance to check the wound on his abdomen.

Yun Qingshi stood up slowly and after a little study he was able to successfully untie the waist belt on the secret guard's uniform, then the outer robe and undergarments.

As the black fabric was removed, a wound as long as a palm was finally revealed.

The wound was neat, and it was obvious that it was caused by a sharp weapon.

Because it had not been treated for too long, the cut skin and flesh were turned outward and swollen.

And the wound doesn't look shallow.

Yun Qingshi couldn't see anything more.

But, this position was strangely the same as the one where he was stabbed before he entered the book!

After thinking about it, Yun Qingshi prepared to find a mirror to look at himself.

He wanted to see if Ying Shiyi looked like him.

After looking around the small room again, Yun Qingshi saw a palm-sized mirror on the windowsill.

He immediately moved slowly over and picked up the bronze mirror.

The room was not bright and the bronze mirror did not reflect clearly, but it was enough for Yun Qingshi to recognize his own face.

Still beautiful, he thought.

At least my appearance hasn't changed, which is somewhat of a consolation.

Yun Qingshi let out a light breath, then planned to put down the bronze mirror and go back to sit and wait for the doctor.