Chapter 399 Robust Imperial Husband 10 Ling Siran groaned, veins bulging on his forehead, the intense pain making his face turn pale instantly.
But his right fist had already shot out like a cannonball, slamming hard into the leopard's waist and abdomen.
The leopard let out a shrill scream, sent flying by the furious blow. It crashed into a tree trunk, twitched twice, and then lay still.
At the same time, Zi Xi seized the opportunity and stabbed the black bear in the heart, which was exposed when Ling Siran turned around.
The tiger on the other side was also shot dead by the guards who arrived in time.
The crisis is over.
The scene was a mess, and the air was thick with the smell of blood.
Zi Xi turned around abruptly, and the first thing she saw was Ling Siran's blood-soaked left arm.
"you……"
Her voice was a little strained, and she wanted to go forward to check on her.
"It's good that Your Highness is alright. It's just a minor injury... nothing serious."
The moment she approached, Ling Siran endured the excruciating pain and took a half-step back, quickly hiding his injured arm behind his back and lowering his eyes.
It was that same respectful yet distant attitude again.
Looking at his pale face, tightly pursed lips, and the wounds he deliberately concealed, Zi Xi felt a nameless anger rise in her heart.
This blockhead, even at a time like this, is still concerned about those damn formalities.
The Empress and her guards arrived at this time and were horrified by the scene and the injury on Ling Siran's arm.
"Quickly! Summon the imperial physician!"
"Si Ran, you have rendered meritorious service in protecting the emperor today!"
The Empress gave a stern order, her gaze towards Ling Siran now carrying a hint of genuine admiration.
"Your Majesty flatters me; this is merely the duty of a subject."
Ling Siran endured the pain and knelt on one knee.
Zi Xi stood to the side, speechless as she looked at his bowed head, his straight back even while kneeling, and the blood dripping from his arm.
This clumsy and stubborn... big golden retriever.
She gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, her fingertips turning slightly white.
This wasn't an accident, but an unexpected one; she made a note of it.
Inside the makeshift tents in the royal hunting grounds, the air was thick with the stench of blood and the bitter smell of medicine.
The guards and palace maids were all dismissed, leaving only the two people in the tent.
Ling Siran sat shirtless on the edge of a low couch, his dark-colored outfit pulled down to his waist, revealing his muscular, bronze back and arms.
Several wounds on his left arm, torn open by sharp claws, still looked gruesome and terrifying, even after the accompanying imperial physician had done some initial cleaning and stopped the bleeding.
He tilted his head slightly, his thick eyelashes drooping, and his tightly pursed lips revealed that he was trying his best to suppress the excruciating pain.
Zi Xi rolled up the sleeves of her crimson riding outfit, revealing her two fair wrists.
She stood beside him, holding a soft cotton cloth soaked in water and medicine, her movements somewhat cautious.
"Bear with it."
Her voice was lower than usual, less languid, and more subtly tense.
Ling Siran's body trembled almost imperceptibly, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he gave a muffled "hmm" in response.
All the muscles in his body were stiff, especially his injured left arm, which was as hard as a stone.
Not just because of the pain, but also because of... the touch that was about to be touched by her fingertips.
When the cool, damp cotton cloth was gently placed over the edge of the wound, Ling Siran took a deep breath.
His muscles contracted instantly, his heart pounded like a drum, pounding against his eardrums, making it almost impossible for Ling Siran to hear the wind outside the tent.
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