Chapter 63 Chapter 63 Ji Yang, you have a strong sense of stealing
Yin Shuang quickly stepped forward and knelt beside Jiang Ci. Her eyes were calm and she took out the handkerchief from her sleeve without any panic and quickly pressed the wound on Jiang Ci's chest that was still bleeding.
The blood had soaked through her clothes, which was shocking, but she showed no fear at all. She only said in a deep voice: "Miss, hold on."
Ji Yang stood aside, hardly daring to take his eyes off Jiang Ci for even a moment. He leaned over and carefully lifted her up horizontally.
"Let's go." After he finished speaking, he glanced at Shen Ting'an with a cold look in his eyes, then turned around and strode out of the yard.
Yin Shuang turned around and glanced at Shen Ting'an, her eyes were cold and steady, no longer as gentle and peaceful as before.
She said nothing, just looked at him deeply, then turned around and followed Ji Yang.
The moonlight is bleak and the night wind whistles through the forest.
The sound of horse hooves echoed through the mountains, as rapid as drums.
Ji Yang held Jiang Ci tightly, letting her lean against his chest. He held the reins tightly with one hand and supported her shoulders with the other hand, calling her in a low voice from time to time.
"Don't sleep...we'll be back soon."
Jiang Ci leaned against his chest, her chest throbbing with pain. She pressed her hand against the wound and forced her eyes open. The corners of her lips were bloody, but she whispered stubbornly, "I remember... when the governor first met me... he wanted to kill me."
Ji Yang was shocked and hugged her tightly. He said in a low voice: "Don't talk anymore, save your energy. It was my fault back then... From now on, I won't let you get hurt again."
Jiang Ci leaned against him, breathing weakly, but suddenly whispered, "Commander-in-Chief...if you promise me...that if I die...can you use my life to appease your hatred for Liangzhou...and prevent the people of both regions from being...entangled in war again?"
Ji Yang listened to her intermittent voice and felt as if his heart was cut by a sharp knife.
Jiang Ci rested her head on his body, her face was pale, her breathing was shallow, the wound was throbbing, she was in so much pain that she almost lost consciousness, but she never made a sound, just biting her lips tightly.
Ji Yang suddenly tightened his arms, almost pressing her whole body into his arms.
"Stop talking!" He growled, his voice broken and trembling with extreme restraint.
"You won't die." His chin rested against her temples, his hot breath spraying against her ear. He repeated, almost choking, "Jiang Ci, let's go back first... Don't sleep, just hear me... You have to live, do you hear me?"
Jiang Ci didn't speak again, perhaps because she was too tired. But her mind was clear.
She knew that the hatred in Ji Yang's heart was not so easy to let go. The old hatred between him and Liangzhou was so entangled that it had already seeped into his bones.
But she also knew that there was hope.
She was warming this heart bit by bit.
It was late at night, but the lights in the Dongyang Marquis Mansion were on all night long.
When Jiang Ci was carried back to the mansion, he was already unconscious and breathing weakly. Ji Yang almost ran all the way, his pace so fast that it seemed as if he was racing against time with the King of Hell.
As soon as they entered the courtyard, the doctor Yin Shuang had summoned arrived. Ji Yang didn't wait for more words and carried Jiang Ci into the inner room, gently placing him on the bed.
The doctor followed closely behind, stepped forward quickly, and said with a serious look: "The knife wound is too deep, the bleeding must be stopped immediately!"
As he spoke, he leaned over and took out a pair of scissors from the medicine box. With a flick of his hand, he cut open the blood-stained collar of Jiang Ci's shirt.
Ji Yang stood aside, his eyes pierced with a glare. The hideous wound was deep enough to reveal the bone, and blood had soaked through his clothes, flowing down his skin, a crimson color so intense it nearly stopped his breath.
His mind was in a mess, but there was only one picture that was extremely clear—at that moment, Jiang Ci rushed over and stood behind him without hesitation, blocking Shen Tingan's sharp blade with his flesh and blood.
She was obviously afraid of the pain, but she gritted her teeth and said nothing.
Ji Yang's knuckles were clenched until they turned white, and he felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife.
"I would rather this knife fall on me..." he murmured in his heart.
The sound of water came from the room. It was the basins of clean water brought by Wanniang. Yinshuang was helping the doctor clean the wound, stop the bleeding, and apply medicine.
Ji Yang never left his position from beginning to end. He stared at Jiang Ci's face and didn't even dare to breathe heavily.
The wind blew through the window lattice outside the house. Yinshuang looked at Wanniang running back and forth, and her expression could not hide her worry.
Finally, the doctor put down the medicine bowl in his hand, wiped the sweat off his forehead, and said, "He's saved his life. But if the high fever doesn't subside in the next few days, I'm afraid the wound will... become infected."
He paused, considering his words, "The dressing must be changed every morning and evening. The dressing cloth must be clean and must not be contaminated by dust."
Ji Yang nodded, his voice so hoarse that it was almost inaudible: "She will wake up."
The doctor packed up his medicine box and quietly left.
The room became quiet, with only the occasional intermittent sound of Jiang Ci's heavy breathing.
Ji Yang knelt beside the bed, covered her somewhat cold palms with his hands, rested his forehead between her fingers, and whispered:
"Jiang Ci, I promise you, I will let go of my old hatred for Liangzhou."
"I will defend Liangzhou for you and protect the people."
"So you must also keep your promise and wake up."
He didn't know if she could hear him. He only knew that he had put his heart on her.
After a long time, Wanniang walked in quietly. Seeing Ji Yang still kneeling in front of the bed, his eyes were blue and he looked exhausted. She whispered, "Commander...it will take some time for the young lady to wake up. You must take care of yourself."
Ji Yang did not move, just quietly looking at Jiang Ci's closed eyes.
Wanniang sighed, took out the bedding from the cabinet, and said softly: "I will make the bed for you, and you can rest in this room. If the young lady makes any movement, you will be the first to know."
Ji Yang was silent for a moment, and finally said: "Okay."
The next morning, the Dongyang Marquisate hadn't fully woken up yet, and the sky was still gray. Chu Yao stood in front of Jiang Ci's bedroom, holding a bowl of freshly cooked hot soup, and called softly, "Sister Yinshuang, I'm here to see you, Big Sister."
Yin Shuang didn't speak softly as usual. She simply blocked Chu Yao's way, put her arm across the door, and said coldly, "No need."
Chu Yao was stunned and whispered, "I just wanted to see if she was awake and bring her some food."
Yin Shuang's eyes were like knives, and she spoke slowly: "I don't care what you said to Yue Bai a few days ago, or what you were thinking."
Chu Yao was forced to take a step back involuntarily by her coldness. Just as she was about to speak, Yin Shuang said again, "I'll only say this once. If you can't control your mouth in the future, don't blame me for being rude. Also, since you are willing to be a maid here, you must remember your status. It's better to call me Miss like us."
The voice was not loud, but every word was sharp and had a strangeness that had never been heard before.
Chu Yao's heart tightened, and she realized that the Yin Shuang in front of her was completely different from before - she was usually calm and gentle, and never conflicted with others, but at this moment her eyebrows were sharp, and her whole body exuded a coldness that made people dare not approach her.
She lowered her head and murmured, "I understand. That day was just... a momentary carelessness. I was originally just worried about the young lady..."
"You'd better keep your worries to yourself. Our young lady doesn't need them." Yin Shuang interrupted her with a cold tone.
She turned sideways and pointed in the direction of the side yard: "Since you are free, go to the backyard to help with the laundry and chores. You are not needed here."
Chu Yao's face changed slightly, but she didn't dare to argue anymore. She turned around angrily with the bowl of soup in her hand and walked to the backyard with her head down.
Yin Shuang stood in the corridor, watching Chu Yao's back gradually walking away, a cold light flashed in her eyes.
She slowly lowered her eyes, turned around and left silently.
The night wind blew across the eaves, the stars and the moon were dim, and in the mountain villa, the guards were getting ready to return to Xiling.
"Major General," a lieutenant stepped forward quickly and asked in a low voice, "Just leaving like that? That woman caused my cousin to end up like this...are we really not going to pursue the matter?"
Shen Ting'an's expression was stern, and the corners of his eyes seemed to still linger with the weariness of last night. He stood under the eaves, looked up at the dark night street in the distance, and suddenly said in a calm voice: "Shut up."
The deputy was stunned, wanting to say something but stopping himself. In the end, he swallowed all his words and stepped aside.
Shen Ting'an turned around and went upstairs alone. There were still some letters and maps in the room that he hadn't collected. He pushed the door open and walked in. The room was silent, and moonlight slanted through the window paper to the floor.
He walked to the desk and was about to put away his things when he suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing in from the window, and a black shadow suddenly pounced on him!
A cold light suddenly appeared, and sword energy came through the wind.
"who--"
Shen Ting'an noticed it almost instantly and dodged Yin Shuang's fatal blow by moving his body to the side.
He narrowed his eyes, saw who it was, and said in a cold voice, "Is it you?"
Yin Shuang didn't answer and continued to attack him.
Shen Ting'an's eyes darkened, and he quickly pulled away to counterattack. He used his backhand to force Yin Shuang back three steps, and shouted coldly: "Are you crazy?"
The two men clashed for a moment in the room, their movements so swift they were difficult to discern with the naked eye. Yin Shuang was nimble and agile, her swordsmanship deft and cunning, excelling at swift attacks; while Shen Ting'an was steady and accurate, mastering both offense and defense, and promptly deflecting several dangerous moves.
For a moment, the atmosphere was tense and murderous intent was everywhere.
"Why do you want to kill me?" Shen Ting'an asked while blocking him, his eyes as cold as the night.
Yin Shuang said coldly: "My young lady hasn't even opened her eyes yet. If you hurt her, I will kill you!"
Before he finished speaking, the dagger suddenly stabbed out from bottom to top, aiming straight at the vital point.
When Shen Ting'an heard that, his eyes narrowed, but he did not move.
Yin Shuang's eyes narrowed, and the sword in her hand, without shedding its tip, stabbed straight into his abdomen!
He stood still, watching the cold light pierce into his abdomen. The sword penetrated an inch and blood suddenly gushed out. He groaned softly and staggered, but still did not fight back.
"Are you crazy? You can definitely avoid it."
Yin Shuang looked at him in shock, confusion in her eyes.
Shen Tingan forced his lips to curl, gave a bitter smile, his eyes showing a trace of fatigue: “I owe her this, I will return this sword to her.”
Suddenly, footsteps were heard outside the door, and several guards of the Shen family army rushed in. Seeing that Shen Ting'an was injured, they immediately shouted angrily: "Guard the young general!" Then they drew their swords and pointed them at Yin Shuang.
Shen Ting'an raised his hand, his voice low but firm: "Don't touch her."
Everyone froze, their faces filled with astonishment.
Chen Ting'an looked at Yin Shuang with an unprecedented seriousness in his eyes: "You are loyal to your master, I admire you. If she wakes up and knows that you died for her... I'm afraid it will add another heartbreak."
"You go."
Yin Shuang was slightly startled, her hand holding the sword still tense, with anger and hesitation in her eyes.
She stared at Shen Tingan for a long time, finally gritted her teeth, and said coldly: “You’d better pray that she wakes up.”
As soon as she finished speaking, she jumped out of the window and her figure quickly disappeared into the night.
Shen Ting'an covered his wound and stood there quietly, drops of blood sliding from his fingers, staining the floor beneath his feet red.
Shen Tingan's men stepped forward quickly, looking anxious: "Major General, I will bandage your wound right away!"
Shen Tingan frowned, waved his hand to stop, and said in a low voice: “Everyone retreat.”
He paused, his eyes sternly sweeping over the group, and he slowly said, "Also—this matter must not be reported back to Xiling."
Everyone looked at each other, not daring to say anything, and accepted the order in unison, quickly retreating, and silence returned to the room.
At this time, the sky in the Dongyang Marquis's mansion was slightly bright, but the courtyard was still silent. Yin Shuang had not yet returned, and Wan Niang was nowhere to be found. The room was dark, with only the faint sound of the person on the bed.
Ji Yang sat in front of the bed, looking at the neatly arranged medicine patches and clean towels on the tray. His knuckles clenched unconsciously, and a thin layer of sweat seeped out of his forehead.
He had never done anything like this before, and he had never thought that one day he would take care of others.
He stood there for a while, then finally took a deep breath, leaned over and sat down, first taking a handkerchief and carefully wiping away the sweat from Jiang Ci's forehead. When the handkerchief touched her skin, his movements could not help but become lighter.
Then he stood up and washed his hands, and when he came back, his fingers were still a little stiff.
He hesitated for a moment, but finally reached out and gently peeled back Jiang Ci's undershirt. As layers of clothing fell away, the skin of her shoulders and chest gradually exposed to the morning light. The diagonal wound, still unhealed, was visibly red and swollen.
Ji Yang's eyes narrowed slightly, his heartstrings tightened, and his Adam's apple moved slightly. He forced himself to look away and whispered to himself, "I'm obviously used to seeing all kinds of injuries..."
He used his fingers carefully, trying to avoid every inch of her skin, and only used his fingertips to peel off the wrapped medical cloth. His movements were extremely gentle, as if he was afraid of hurting her.
Throwing the blood-stained cloth into the basin, he took out clean medicine powder and gauze. His technique had become clumsy for some reason, but he was extremely focused as he carefully re-bandaged her.
Just as he bent down to tie the last layer of cloth, he suddenly heard the person on the bed move slightly.
Ji Yang looked up suddenly and saw Jiang Ci's eyelashes trembling and he slowly opened his eyes.
At that moment, he stood there in a daze as if he had been caught stealing.
Jiang Ci looked dazed, his eyes still unfocused. He looked at him and called out in a daze, "...Ji Yang?"
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