After Qin Wan washed up, she returned to her bedroom and was startled when she lifted the quilt: "Ah."
The smell of blood wafted into the air, and the light-colored bed sheets were covered with large patches of blood. The figure, dressed in black, was curled up in the bed, with only half of his face exposed, and it was unknown whether he was dead or alive.
Zhenzhen came over upon hearing the noise and saw that there was another person on the bed. She quickly pulled Qin Wan back and said, "Come..."
"Wait." Qin Wan had already figured out who was on the bed. She stopped Zhen Zhen and ordered her, "Go get some medicine for the cuts, and some herbs to reduce the fever. Have Zigui and Yijia get some hot water and a clean handkerchief."
Zhenzhen was very worried: "Miss, this is a bad guy, let's have him arrested."
Qin Wan whispered, "This is the prince."
"Prince...Prince?" Zhenzhen was completely dumbfounded. Why was His Royal Highness the Crown Prince in his own lady's bed?
She didn't dare to say or ask, so she could only turn around and get the medicine.
Qin Wan poked the motionless Xie Qing: "Is he dead?"
"without."
His voice was so soft that one had to guess what he said. Qin Wan was relieved to see that he was not dead. Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain why the crown prince died in his own bed on his own farm.
Qin Wan turned the man over and said, "If you're still alive, try your best. Don't lie on my bed anymore."
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Xie Qing's wound was painful and bleeding. He struggled to lift his eyelids and saw that it was Qin Wan. He closed his eyes again weakly and muttered, "Why are you here?"
"Oh, what a pity, he is not the Fourth Prince's man." Qin Wan was very sharp-tongued. The capital was searching for the assassin, and in the blink of an eye, the injured prince was in his own boudoir. She knew what was going on with just her toes.
You're a prince, but you don't have anyone to rely on. You even went into battle and stole things yourself, got injured, and soiled my bed. And I'm still going to pamper you? You're dreaming!
Qin Wan didn't care whether the wound was torn or not. She helped the man up and took off his clothes so that she could see the wound clearly.
(One stone in the Song Dynasty = 97 kg, one stone in the Tang Dynasty = 53 kg, and one stone in the Qing Dynasty = 28 kg. Different dynasties had different measurements, so I chose one that is easier to count. PS, one catty in ancient times = 16 taels)
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