Jiang Luoluo was both anxious and afraid. She knew that Xie Yizhi was completely under the influence of the aphrodisiac and had lost his usual calmness and rationality.
Her composure was taut, and Jiang Luoluo took a deep breath, suppressing her inner turmoil, and softly said, "Your Highness, yes."
Her voice was gentle as water, like a submissive murmur. Upon hearing this, a hint of satisfaction flashed in Xie Yizhi's burning eyes. He closed his eyes slightly, his thin lips slowly approaching with a restrained longing.
Just as his lips were about to touch hers, Jiang Luoluo suddenly turned her head slightly, avoiding his scalding breath.
With lightning speed, she pulled a dagger from her sleeve with her left hand. It was a gift from Xie Yizhi. With a flash of cold light, she stabbed Xie Yizhi in the side without hesitation!
The dagger pierced through the air with a decisive and swift motion, and there was not a trace of hesitation in Jiang Luoluo's eyes.
She gritted her teeth and silently said in her heart: I'm sorry, Your Highness.
The dagger pierced through the fabric and into the flesh, and blood slowly gushed out, dripping onto the ground from the tip of the blade.
The excruciating pain instantly swept through Xie Yizhi's body, jolting him back to his senses.
Xie Yizhi was panting heavily. He looked at the wound on his waist in disbelief, and then looked up at his slightly trembling hands.
"Lolo..." His voice was low and hoarse, carrying a hint of pain, "Did I take Chinese medicine?"
Jiang Luoluo bit her lower lip tightly, her eyes misty and shimmering with tears, it was hard to tell whether it was guilt or fear.
She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, pulled the dagger from Xie Yizhi's waist, and quickly took out a small bottle of Jinchuan medicine powder from her sleeve.
Her hands trembled slightly, yet she still carefully sprinkled the powder onto Xie Yizhi's wound. With each handful of powder she sprinkled, her heart ached as if it were being pricked by needles.
“Yes, Your Highness…” Jiang Luoluo said in a low voice, her tone filled with undisguised guilt and unease, “I’m sorry, I had no other choice… I had to resort to this tactic to make you wake up quickly.”
Jiang Luoluo's eyes were slightly red, and her voice trembled with suppressed emotion as she cautiously asked, "Your Highness, does it hurt?"
Xie Yizhi had regained some of his senses. He looked down at her and saw her pale face, her eyes clearly filled with anxiety and heartache. But the more he saw her like this, the softer his heart became, and even the pain from his wounds seemed to lessen.
He curled the corners of his lips into a faint smile, teasing her in a lighthearted tone, "What, Luo Luo, are you feeling sorry for me?"
Jiang Luoluo was taken aback, then bit her lip, glared at him angrily, and said reproachfully, "Your Highness, what time is it? You still have the mind to joke!"
As she spoke, she continued to carefully treat his wound. Her fingers were still trembling slightly, but she was very careful, afraid of hurting him.
Looking at her downcast eyes and worried expression, Xie Yizhi felt a surge of tenderness welling up in his heart.
He gently raised his hand, cupped her small face, and tenderly wiped away the moisture from the corner of her eyes with his fingertips. His deep voice carried a hint of doting and a soft sigh: "Luo Luo, I am happy to see you hurt."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Luoluo looked up in a daze and met his gaze.
His deep eyes seemed to sparkle with starlight, filled with deep affection and stubbornness, as if they wanted to steal her soul.
She looked up at him with her bright face, her heart pounding wildly.
That face was absolutely irresistible; every subtle movement of it was like a seductive spell, striking straight at her heart.
"Your Highness," she finally suppressed her panic and said softly, lowering her eyes, "wounded like this, you still have the mind to say these things? Do you know who drugged you?"
Xie Yizhi chuckled softly, still unwilling to let go of her small face, his tone full of indulgence: "No matter who drugged me, I only know that Luo Luo cares about me and is worried about me!"
Jiang Luoluo glared at Xie Yizhi, then pulled her face away from his warm palm, extending her slender fingers and speaking with a slight command in her voice: "Handkerchief!"
Xie Yizhi raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes, and obediently took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to her.
Jiang Luoluo took the handkerchief and bent down to carefully wipe the dagger clean, but she didn't expect Xie Yizhi's hand to be as fast as lightning. Before she could react, he silently snatched the blood-stained dagger back.
Xie Yizhi toyed with the dagger with his long fingers, his gaze lowered, his voice cold and laced with a sense of oppression: "Don't wipe it, we'll need it later."
Jiang Luoluo was slightly taken aback, then nodded, a vague unease creeping into her heart. Just then, hurried footsteps sounded outside, clearly indicating that someone was approaching the room. Jiang Luoluo's heart tightened; she knew Lu Anrou was almost there.
She quickly grabbed Xie Yizhi's hand and whispered anxiously, "Your Highness, no matter who comes in, do not kill anyone! Remember! Remember!"
Xie Yizhi glanced down at her, a slight smile playing on his lips, "I'll do whatever Luo Luo says!"
Jiang Luoluo quickly reached the window, opened it deftly, and with a light and agile figure, leaped down and landed steadily in Dingdang's arms.
Dingdang looked at her as she fell from the sky, her face still showing a hint of astonishment: "Miss, are you alright?"
Jiang Luoluo took a deep breath and straightened her sleeves. "It's okay, let's go!"
Jiang Yunjiao stood at the door of the side room, hesitant, the purse in her hand already crumpled from being gripped so tightly.
She took a deep breath and decided to take one last gamble, personally delivering the meticulously embroidered purse to Xie Yizhi in hopes of creating an opportunity.
After hesitating for a moment, she finally mustered up her courage and gently pushed open the door to the side room.
Beside the big tree outside the side room, Lu Anrou was angrily striding towards the side room when Yao Shiyu stopped her.
Yao Shiyu gripped her wrist tightly and whispered, "Princess, don't be impatient!"
Lu Anrou was furious. She raised her hand and slapped Yao Shiyu hard across the face, coldly saying, "Yao Shiyu, don't think that just because I, the princess, give you face, you can do whatever you want."
"Release me, Your Highness! Don't ruin my plans!"
Yao Shiyu's face instantly became red and swollen, burning with pain, but she gritted her teeth and still refused to let go, whispering, "Princess, Xie Yizhi saw through your drugging scheme long ago!"
"If you barge in now, you'll only be throwing your life away!"
Lu Anrou stared at her with bloodshot eyes and sneered, "You and Jiang Yunjiao are in cahoots, aren't you?"
She's already inside, and you're stopping me! Jiang Yunjiao is about to climb into Prince Yi's bed, and you're making me wait here?
Just then, a shrill female scream suddenly came from the side room.
The sound pierced the sky like a sharp blade, instantly cutting through the silence of autumn and the room.
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