But if Chief Gale were here, the old man wouldn't deliberately lie to you.

Why don't you, King Cheng, come sit in the reception room first? I'll see if I can contact the leader of the Gale. Don't worry, I'll also tell him about King Cheng's threat to prevent the public property of Dark Night from being burned."

Qian Yechen flicked his sleeves and angrily followed the old man into the reception room.

"Your Highness, Prince Cheng, please wait a moment. The leader should be in the capital these days, but because his whereabouts are erratic, we can only try to contact him. As for how long he will be able to come, this old man has no idea. Your Highness, Prince Cheng, please sit down and have some tea."

After saying that, he personally brought the brewed tea to Qian Yechen and then went out.

There was no one in the living room, and Qian Yechen regained some of his sanity at this moment. However, the pain in his body also hit him like a flood, making him dizzy.

"Puff——" Another mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

Qian Yechen's eyes dimmed slightly. He knew his old illness had worsened, and it was very serious. He remembered the doctor had said that when he had repeatedly used his internal energy during fits of rage, it had caused his Qi to flow wildly through his body, damaging his internal organs. He needed to take good care of himself, otherwise he would suffer endless consequences.

He had gotten sick because he was angry and hadn't taken good care of himself. From then on, he'd been coughing up blood frequently.

This time, being spanked by Qian Yeming had dealt a severe blow to his already weakened body. After the severe injury, he was filled with rage, and even though he was still seriously injured and furious, he had used his Qinggong to come here.

He didn't even know whether he would die here today.

He was very tired and wanted to sit down, but when he looked around, he found that all the stools in the living room were made of iron birch. This iron birch is the hardest wood in the world. If an ordinary sword hit it, it would definitely not break the wood, but the sword. The wood would only have a slight scratch.

Damn, such a hard bench, how dare he sit on it with his current injury?

So Qian Yechen could only stand there despite his sick body. He could almost feel the hot substance flowing down from behind his buttocks and then being absorbed by his pants.

My butt was getting more and more painful, so painful that I started to lose my mind.

Fortunately, in less than an hour, Ji Feng appeared in front of Qian Yechen.

When Ji Feng stepped into the hall, Qian Yechen's consciousness was already very hazy, so he didn't even notice him coming in. He only heard Ji Feng yelling, "Come here, quickly bandage King Cheng's wound."

Hearing the sound of the gust of wind, Qian Yechen's anger soared instantly. As soon as he turned around, his head felt dizzy and he staggered.

If Ji Feng had not been quick enough to support him, Qian Yechen would have probably fallen down by now.

Just when Ji Feng supported him, he saw that he was in so much pain that he dared not move, and the place where he had just stood was now a puddle of wet mattress.

"Jifeng, you damn bastard! I'm so ashamed that the king still considers you a friend. You..."

"Your Highness, Prince Cheng, you are seriously injured. You should scold me later."

The people from Dark Night quickly made Qian Yechen lie on the bed and were about to apply medicine to him, but Qian Yechen pushed them away with a palm.

"Go away and don't touch me!"

How could he, His Royal Highness the King, show shame in front of outsiders?