"I'm fine, so don't let the princess come over. It's too tiring for her to travel such a long distance." He quickly said this, but as he glared at the little eunuch, he didn't see that someone had already walked in through the door.
"You don't seem tired at all. You're full of energy, as if nothing's wrong!" Hesheli's voice rang out from the doorway. Although her voice was very calm, Prince An stiffened for a moment.
Meanwhile, the eunuch and Xiao Fuzi who were following Hesheli looked at each other in bewilderment.
Hmm... the atmosphere doesn't seem too good right now. Should they take this opportunity to slip away?
The little eunuch was also surprised that the prince had woken up. Just now, when he welcomed Princess An in, the prince was still not awake.
Moreover, now that Prince An is injured and the Emperor is temporarily away, how dare they not let Princess An in?
Seeing that the Emperor was treating Prince An with great courtesy and had him stay here to rest.
The Emperor himself didn't even go, showing how much he valued Prince An. How could they possibly mistreat Princess An at this time? Of course, they had to bring him in…
Prince An chuckled awkwardly, then turned his head and saw his wife and his granddaughter Zhuzhu, whom he was holding hands with.
Prince An leaned back, "Ouch, my arm still hurts... Your Highness is here, please come in and sit down. I'm the one who made you worry..." He secretly glanced at Hesheli while subtly playing the victim.
He turned to the side, revealing his arm, which was now wrapped up.
Hesheli had a stern face, but seeing his pitiful appearance, she couldn't help but break down a little.
He's clearly in his fifties or sixties, why is he acting like a child? If he really can't handle hardship, he shouldn't have taken that sword!
Unlike young people, he doesn't recover from injuries as quickly anymore. He's already quite old, and this injury is bound to be tough on him. How long will it take to replenish all the blood he lost?
Now look what's happened! She's the one who's living in fear, yet she's pretending to be crazy here!
Having been married for decades, how could Prince An not see his wife's softening attitude? He immediately put on an even more enthusiastic performance, though he was indeed in considerable pain...
Having been accustomed to fighting on the battlefield, injuries were commonplace for him. So no matter how serious the injury, he could persevere and finish the task at hand before he could rest.
If he is alone or in front of a general, then he is of course a brave and upright man.
Even if they bleed a lot, they won't complain, so as not to ruin their majestic image.
But it's a completely different story in front of his wife. Of course, he wants her to feel sorry for him, not to mention that she's holding a grudge...
He cautiously looked up.
His wife had been worrying about him for so long… and yet, even at fifty or sixty years old, she was still concerned. Prince An felt guilty, but he knew there was nothing he could do; in such a situation, he would still be the first to rush to his aid…
After the Princess Consort of Prince An entered, Xiao Fuzi led another eunuch out, leaving them space to talk.
"Stop pretending here. Zhuzhu is still here. The little girl is so worried about you. You really don't act like a grandfather at all..." Hesheli said a few more words to him, but in the end, considering that he was injured and that Jingrou was still there, she did not continue.
Prince An reached out and pulled Zhuzhu with one hand.
The little girl's eyes were red as she looked at her bandaged arm, her eyes filled with worry.
Prince An felt extremely distressed and cursed the assassins in his heart. If it weren't for them, his Zhuzhu wouldn't be so sad. She was a well-behaved and sensible girl who rarely cried!
It's all those people's fault... By the time he recovered from his injuries, he went to wipe out that group of people himself, but he was already dead. They dared to offend the Qing Dynasty like that!
“Grandpa is fine now. Look, he’s still full of energy. Zhuzhu, don’t worry…” Prince An said, while trying to struggle to get up from the bed to show his granddaughter that he was really alright. But Jingrou pulled him back down to sit.
"Grandpa, please be well... Don't take any more risks..." Jingrou was truly heartbroken. Although she had the advantage of her points, and had already given her grandfather a pill to strengthen his body and heal his old injuries...
However, after being stabbed like that and losing so much blood, his face was visibly paler than usual.
Even after using so many points, this is still the case. What should I do if I don't have any left?
Especially compared to before, when he was already radiant and even had stubble of black hair growing in, the difference was even more obvious...
Moreover, it was only by chance that I was a little more vigilant this time, and that's how I used that jade. It was something my maternal grandfather cherished and gave me, and I was able to save him by wearing it close to my body...
But what if I hadn't prepared that jade? What if my grandfather had forgotten to wear it? What would have happened to him?
The situation must be worse than it is now; Jingrou didn't even dare to think about the possibility that she might lose her grandfather!
But I can't always be as cautious as I am now, nor can I be on guard forever. You can't be a thief for a thousand days straight, let alone guard against thieves for a thousand. What will happen to my grandfather if I fail to notice his situation one day?
"Oh... Grandfather promises you." Prince An felt a pang of sadness. When he went to block that sword, he didn't think too much; he only thought that he couldn't let the Emperor get hurt, otherwise it wouldn't just be a matter of losing face in front of those Mongol princes.
Amidst the flashing swords, Prince An even considered that his recent health was excellent, and that simply blocking that sword, coupled with his many years of battlefield experience and superior adaptability compared to the Emperor, would undoubtedly lead to a better outcome...
So he did that in a split second; he only had time to weigh the pros and cons, without considering that there were people waiting for him at home, his elderly wife with gray hair, and his little granddaughter…
Perhaps because he was used to being on the battlefield, he kept his family and relatives hidden in his heart... In that short period of time, he could only think about his country and his family.
He himself had a clear conscience, but he felt sorry for his family. When he saw that only his queen and his pig came, he knew that the news had been blocked.
But he belongs to the Aisin Gioro family, and no matter how many grudges the two families had in the past, the Aisin Gioro family's rule cannot be shaken...
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