As the group was talking, they heard shouts from people near the dock.
"Look, those are the ships from Weizhou. They're back, and it seems they've succeeded."
The shout drew a large crowd from the other side of the street, quickly creating a dense crowd around the dock.
As soon as Jiang Yimian and the others came out of the cabin, they heard a shout.
"It's Princess Ning'an. As expected, the princess and that Lord Lu are truly remarkable. They not only dealt with the Xiliang people but also resolved the Weizhou bandit problem. That's wonderful."
"That's great, we can now have a peaceful and happy New Year."
The cheers left the soldiers guarding the ship stunned.
Zhao Zuoling looked at Jiang Yimian in disbelief. It seemed that the Xiliang people had really been defeated.
Before anyone could react, Xie Yi arrived with his men. Upon seeing so many wounded, he immediately said, "Quickly, take the wounded to get them bandaged."
After he finished speaking, guards from the Prince's Palace immediately came to maintain order, and the wounded were quickly sent for treatment.
Jiang Yimian and her group went directly back to the Prince's Mansion.
Old Chen had been waiting at the mansion for a while. Upon seeing how seriously Lu Cijian was injured, he immediately took him inside and carefully bandaged him up.
Fortunately, Jiang Yimian had treated the wounds beforehand, and the bleeding from the more serious injuries had been stopped; the others were just minor wounds.
However, Lu Cijian's breath was still weak, not from excessive blood loss, but from a lack of will to live.
He paused for a moment, his gaze falling on Jiang Yimian, but ultimately he didn't speak. He only said helplessly, "Jiang girl, I'll take care of things here. You should go and treat your wounds properly. You must be exhausted after not sleeping all night."
"Don't worry, young master, I'll take care of you."
Now that Song Bingcheng is dead and Lu Cijian is seriously injured and it is unknown whether he will wake up, he does not want Jiang Yimian to be devastated as well.
Jiang Yimian just stared at the person on the bed with their eyes closed for a while before asking, "How did A-Jian get the wound on her left abdomen?"
That wound was more serious than any other wound on Lu Cijian's body.
Old Chen paused for a moment before covering the person on the bed with a blanket. "That was the injury the young master sustained when he went on a mission. At that time, people from Xiliang had infiltrated the Mo Pavilion."
If it weren't for the young master's good fortune, he probably would have died then and there...
It was during that time that the Ink Pavilion was reorganized. These people had followed the young master through thick and thin for a long time, watching him grow up step by step.
Although Moge was established by Song Bingcheng, if it weren't for Lu Cijian, that crisis would probably have directly destroyed Moge.
At that time, Lu Cijian was only eleven or twelve years old, yet he shouldered the responsibility of the entire Mo Pavilion at such a young age.
Although he had known Song Bingcheng for a long time, he still couldn't help but mock Song Bingcheng whenever he saw what Lu Cijian had experienced at such a young age.
Even though they cared deeply for each other, they always spoke harshly to each other, only making their relationship more strained.
This made Lu Cijian even more determined, wanting to do everything perfectly. Before his old injuries had healed, new ones appeared on his body, and it seemed that he had to do everything himself.
If the two of them had sat down and talked things out back then, they might have been able to understand each other much earlier.
Song Bingcheng no longer needs to make a special trip to Weizhou every New Year, as if he's trying to make up for the past with Lu Cijian.
But clearly, if Song Bingcheng simply told Lu Cijian what he was doing and what reasons he had to do it, the misunderstanding between the two would disappear.
But the stubborn old man just wouldn't say, and Lu Cijian was a cold and aloof person who kept everything to himself, so it was impossible for him to take the initiative to talk about those things.
Their relationship could only remain strained.
Now look what happened, the two of them didn't even sit down and exchange a few words properly on their deathbeds.
Now, Lu Cijian is witnessing the death of someone he cares about once again. That old guy died quite gracefully.
Old Chen sighed, stared at the person on the bed for a long time before continuing, "Actually, you shouldn't blame yourselves too much. The Pavilion Master's health has been failing for a long time. Even if he hadn't been poisoned, he probably wouldn't have had much time left to live."
He must have felt a sense of relief to leave in this way, especially since he witnessed the young master's feelings for him firsthand.
Song Bingcheng's biggest wish was for Lu Cijian to forgive him, and now that his wish has come true, he is actually happy.
It only leaves the living heartbroken, sad, and even regretful.
If he had known that Song Bingcheng would suffer such a calamity, he would never have let the other party go with his injured body.
Jiang Yimian looked at the pale-faced person on the bed with their eyes tightly closed and whispered, "I hope A-Jian thinks the same way."
She didn't know if Song Bingcheng was truly relieved before he died, but she knew Lu Cijian clearly.
He was someone who found it difficult to express love, and now that he had finally managed to express his true feelings, Song Bingcheng was already dead.
He will definitely feel sad, and he will remember how Li Qingmeng looked before she died.
Song Bingcheng must hold a very special place in Lu Cijian's heart.
Jiang Yimian only sighed.
Old Chen simply kicked her out.
As soon as she returned to her room, Liu'er was already waiting for her. Upon seeing her return, she hurriedly said, "Miss, let me take a look at your wounds. We can't wait any longer."
If Lord Lu is not yet fully recovered, it would be a loss for you to fall ill first.
These are medicines sent by Wang San, and quite a few for removing scars, all prepared by Lord Lu early this morning.
My dear girl, Lord Lu cares about you so much, he would never want you to get hurt.
If he wakes up and finds you so badly injured, he will surely be heartbroken.
As Liu'er chattered on, she carefully treated Jiang Yimian's wounds.
Fortunately, they were all external injuries. Apart from a few serious ones, most of them were minor wounds that would heal in no time.
Jiang Yimian stared blankly at the medicine for her injuries.
Lu Cijian is always like this; he says nothing, yet he does everything perfectly.
He had clearly guessed from the beginning that those river bandits were unusual, but he was unwilling to let her go on the adventure with him.
He shouldered all the dangers himself, saying he still wanted to marry her, but it was all a lie.
If she hadn't arrived in time, the fire would have engulfed the entire island, and then not only the pirates, but even they would have had no chance to escape.
Lu Cijian was prepared to die back then.
He probably never even thought about her.
She probably wasn't that important to Lu Cijian.
The girl stared blankly at the bottles and jars on the table, her disappointment impossible to hide.
Liu'er felt a pang of heartache; she had never seen a girl like this before.
The girl from before was always calm and composed no matter what happened; it seemed that no difficulty could defeat her.
But now, the girl only showed disappointment and frustration, without a trace of her former demeanor.
Liu'er was a little anxious for a moment, and it took her a while to suddenly think of something.
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