Chapter 100 Zhu Wenqin is shot by an arrow
Jing Siye sneered: He is so impatient that he didn't even have time to draft an imperial edict. He just wrote a handwritten order and came to search the mansion.
"I don't want to read any imperial edict. I am the second prince. I want to know what kind of explanation I will get after being slandered. Even if my father comes in person, I will say the same thing."
Jing Sixuan's back teeth were clattering, veins bulged on his forehead, and he thought to himself: Looking at his attitude, could it be that Concubine Chen would lie to the Emperor?
The suspected Concubine Chen was now sitting leisurely on the couch, sipping tea in the hall in a good mood.
She could imagine that Zhai Qing and the other person might have disguised themselves, but what did it matter?
She knew Jing Siye's character, so how could he let Jing Simuan search his palace so easily?
She didn't care whether she could find it or not; all she wanted was to cause chaos.
Jing Sixuan brought so many soldiers to surround the mansion, and Jing Si would not give up even if he was not allowed to search during the night search.
He waved his hand, signaling his guards to force their way in. For a moment, the front door of the palace was in chaos. The shouts and the sounds of weapons clashing blended together.
Jing Sixuan vented all the anger that had been pent up in his heart without reservation. When confronting Jing Siye, he used all his strength in every move, and every attack was carried with deadly murderous intent. His eyes revealed a fierceness, as if he wanted to cut Jing Siye into pieces.
Just as the two were fighting fiercely, a cold light flashed quietly in the darkness. A sharp arrow was placed on the bowstring, and the arrow head was aimed at Jing Siye's back. The man drawing the bow had his face covered, and his cold eyes flashed with a strange light.
With the sound of a bowstring, the sharp arrow shot out from the wind like a meteor in the dark night, and shot towards Jing Siye.
At the critical moment, a white shadow flashed and blocked the sharp arrow. There was a muffled groan, and the hidden arrow pierced into the chest of the white shadow.
Jing Siye heard the sound and turned around abruptly. When he saw who it was, his pupils suddenly contracted, his breathing froze, and the only sound in his ears was the thundering heartbeat.
"Qin'er...Qin'er..."
Jing Siye's voice trembled, with endless fear and despair, he staggered towards the fallen white shadow.
Zhu Wenqin’s face turned pale as paper, blood oozed from the corners of his mouth, and he slowly closed his eyes.
Jing Siye hugged him in his arms, his voice breaking: "No, Qin'er, Qin'er!"
Jing Siye held Zhu Wenqin in his arms and looked at Jing Sixuan with bloodthirsty eyes: "How dare you plot against me? If anything happens to Qin'er, I will make you pay with your life!"
Jing Sixuan looked in the direction where the hidden arrow came from, frowned slightly, and then sneered:
"There's no need for this prince to plot against you. Second brother, you asked for this."
Jing Sixuan suddenly waved his hand to stop the soldiers, and looked at Jing Siye holding Zhu Wenqin who was shot with an arrow with disdain, with a smug smile on his face:
"Second brother, now, this prince does not need to search the mansion. You have been convicted of disobeying the emperor's order. Think about how to deal with the aftermath."
Jing Sixuan laughed triumphantly a few times, then turned around and strode away.
Jing Siye ordered Xue Nian: "Quick! Go and call Chen Lian."
He then ran to the bedroom holding Zhu Wenqin.
Chen Lian hurriedly walked through the winding corridor and staggered into the palace. The scene before him made him shudder.
Zhu Wenqin lay quietly on the couch, with a feather arrow stuck straight into his chest. His upper body was almost dyed red with blood. His originally pink skin was now bloodless, his lips were pale, and his eyes were tightly closed.
Chen Lian calmed herself, walked quickly to the couch, skillfully opened the medicine box, took out a sharp dagger, and carefully roasted it in the flickering light.
Jing Siye stood by the couch, his eyes fixed on Zhu Wenqin's lifeless face, his eyes full of pain and self-blame. This pain happened to me, it was just an ordinary little thing.
But seeing that the little guy was so afraid of pain on weekdays, and now had to endure such severe pain, his heart felt like it was being pierced by thousands of steel needles.
He sat beside the couch, lifted Zhu Wenqin up, and leaned her against his chest. Then, he stretched out his trembling hand and slowly put it to Zhu Wenqin's mouth. His voice was filled with endless tenderness and care:
"Qin'er, if it hurts, bite my palm. Don't bear it."
Zhu Wenqin opened her eyes weakly, her distracted gaze fell on Jing Siye's hand, and after understanding his intention, she turned her head slightly.
Jing Siye felt a sore nose, and he gently rubbed the top of Zhu Wenqin's head, his voice choked with sobs:
"Qin'er, it's my fault for not taking good care of you. I want to be with you in pain, so that I can feel better. Okay?"
Seeing that Zhu Wenqin still didn't respond, his voice became more humble, almost begging:
"Qin'er, ...I beg you...
Everyone present had tears in their eyes when they saw this scene. Their prince had fought bravely on the battlefield, and had been trapped in the enemy camp and his life was hanging by a thread many times, but he had never frowned and had never asked anyone for help. But at this moment, for the sake of the little guard in his arms, he would actually humble himself so much. This shows how important Master Zhu is in the prince's heart.
Zhu Wenqin’s injury worries everyone. Qi Feng stood in the corner, his thoughts surging.
He followed the prince everywhere and experienced countless life-and-death battles over the years, struggling to survive amidst the swords and sabers.
He thought of his brothers who had fallen on the battlefield, their lives fading away like a candle in the wind. And he felt extremely fortunate that he could still stand here and spend every day with the person he loved.
His hand seemed to be out of control and slowly reached towards Xue Nian's hand. The fingertips trembled slightly, with a hint of nervousness and anticipation.
Just as his fingertips touched Xue Nian's hand, Xue Nian responded immediately as if he had telepathic connection with him. A broad and powerful hand instantly held his hand tightly, and the warmth of the palm was transmitted along the arm to Qi Feng's heart.
At this time, Xue Nian looked at the lifeless Zhu Wenqin, moved his lips, and advised:
"Guard Zhu, please fulfill the prince's wish, otherwise, the prince will feel uneasy."
When Qi Feng heard this, his heart was shocked. He didn't expect that Xue Nian, who was usually stubborn and unromantic, could say such heartwarming words.
He turned his head to look at Xue Nian, tears glistening in his eyes. I muttered happily in my heart:
Finally I got it.
At this moment, his feelings for Xue Nian were filled with more expectations and dependence.
Zhu Wenqin seemed to understand, her fair little face was full of pain and tension, but she still obediently opened her mouth slowly and gently bit Jing Siye's broad palm.
Seeing this, Jing Siye put his other arm around his body and held him tightly against his solid chest. He then tilted his head slightly, looked at Chen Lian with a firm gaze and a bit of reluctance, and nodded slightly to signal him to take action.
Chen Lian took a deep breath and focused his eyes. When the dagger in his hand just touched Zhu Wenqin's bloody wound, Zhu Wenqin's whole body suddenly stiffened. He raised his head in pain, closed his eyes, and subconsciously bit Jing Siye's palm with his teeth.
In order to make it easier for Chen Lian to retrieve the arrow, Jing Siye had to harden his heart and hold Zhu Wenqin tightly in his arms.
Feeling the little guy's body trembling in pain. The pain in his heart far outweighed the stinging in his palms.
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