Chapter 47
The way she looked clearly indicated she wanted to feed him the medicine herself...
Pei Lingjun slightly curled his lips, about to open his mouth, when the person in front of him suddenly disappeared.
"Wen Shu! Wen Shu!"
The bitter medicine permeated the air, so much so that after breathing it for a while, even the throat felt bitter.
In his haste, Pei Lingjun instinctively reached out and grabbed forward.
His hand grabbed something and touched the wound on his palm, causing him to gasp in pain and suddenly open his eyes.
The person in front of her was not Wen Shu, but Cui Pei.
Cui Pei held the bowl of medicine in his hand. When he saw that he had woken up, he said in a panic, "Boss, you were unconscious and you were still so restless. You grabbed me so suddenly that you almost spilled the medicine!"
Pei Lingjun struggled to sit up, avoiding the knife wound on his back as he leaned against the pillow, his gaze fixed on the dark and desolate doorway. He asked, "Were you the only one here just now?"
Cui Pei looked at him with a disapproving expression, pushing the dark medicine forward. "Boss, you still say you don't like Wen Si Niangzi? I wonder who was calling Si Niangzi's name in their dream just now..."
Pei Lingjun's eyes darkened, and he raised his hand to rub his temples, thinking to himself that it really was a dream.
The arrow wound on his right palm had been bandaged. It was from when the assassin shot the arrow and he caught the arrow with his bare hands to save Wen Shu.
How long have I been unconscious?
Pei Lingjun pretended not to hear Cui Pei's words, glanced at the dark sky outside, and then spoke.
"It wasn't long, just a day and a night."
For the Snapdragon Guard, one of the most demanding professions in Dasheng, injuries are common, and being in a coma for a day and a night is not even considered serious.
He still remembered the year Pei Lingjun was at his most dedicated, when he was stabbed through the neck by a bodyguard and lay unconscious in bed for three days and three nights without eating or drinking. The first thing he did when he woke up was to personally go to the prison to interrogate prisoners.
Finally, he personally chopped off the head of the main culprit, and now the grass on his grave is probably as tall as a person.
"Do I have a fever?"
Cui Peiyang gave a thumbs up and praised, "Amazing, boss! Even while unconscious, you knew you had a fever."
Pei Lingjun was too lazy to explain, and asked vaguely, "Wen Shu hasn't been here?"
Cui Pei was completely bewildered by his words. After thinking for a moment, she said uncertainly, "They should have come. When you were carried in covered in blood, there were quite a few people gathered in the courtyard, including Wen Tao, Qi Pingzhi, and people from the Old Madam's courtyard. Fourth Madam should have come too..."
Upon receiving the answer, Pei Lingjun lowered his eyelashes, concealing all the emotions deep within his pupils.
He silently accepted the herbal medicine from Cui Pei and drank it all in one gulp.
The bitter taste of the herbal medicine suppressed the bloody taste rising in my throat.
Pei Lingjun, with his eyes closed, said, "Wen Tao should believe us now. It's only a matter of time before he gets access to the Wen family's secrets. How's the investigation into the person who left the footprints going?"
Cui Pei coughed lightly, feeling guilty, and said, "We have too few clues and haven't received any news yet."
Indeed, with only one footprint, even the top detective in Dasheng probably wouldn't be able to deduce who it was.
Pei Lingjun recalled the scene of the assassination and encirclement that day. The local dialects were mixed together, including the dialect of the locals of Anyang Prefecture and the standard Mandarin. The assassins spoke the Ganzhou dialect the most.
The scimitars they carried were made of inferior materials and were heavy, indicating that the forging skills were indeed not sophisticated. The blades were sharpened to a high shine, and there were no official seals or stamps on the hilts, suggesting that they were privately forged weapons.
Who would use this not-so-clever team to kill?
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