Hearing her cry, the constables on duty not far away rushed over with their swords drawn. They were startled to see Han Ying. When had this person appeared? They forced themselves to stand three zhang away and bowed respectfully, saying, "Please give your orders, Princess."
"Does your household have a physician?"
"Yes," the constable answered truthfully.
"This is my guard. He is injured. Please take him to the physician's courtyard in the manor so that he can be treated." Fortunately, he was not seriously injured, otherwise it would have been troublesome.
The constable suppressed his fear, knowing that Zhao Shu would give him a reward. It was almost New Year's Eve, and he was being called back to work. He had some complaints, but he dared not say them out loud. However, if he was unhappy, he would be less efficient in his work. But the reward made a difference. They were just ordinary people, and their families depended on their meager monthly salary. So, thinking of his elderly parents and young children, and seeing Han Ying covered in blood, he was no longer afraid.
"Yes." He called to his companions and carried Han Ying out of the courtroom.
However, Wei Tingsi still did not arrive.
At this moment, Wei Tingsi was standing on the roof, opposite Duozi, Xiaopang, and Huo Baichuan sitting in a chair.
The roof wasn't meant to flatten the chair, but with Little Fatty standing behind him, he sat comfortably on it, a blade of grass dangling from his mouth, looking relaxed and leisurely. "We're all friends, why are you wearing a mask? Why don't you find a nicer cloth? Take it off, I'm disgusted by you."
Wei Tingsi was like a sharp sword stuck there, neither happy nor sad, neither laughing nor angry. His icy aura made the snow under his feet pale in comparison. The cold wind blew his gray robe, making it flutter. He faced the direction from which the wind was blowing, his black hair flying behind him. The tassels on his sword swayed back and forth, as if they might break free from their sheath at any moment.
“Friends won’t get in the way.” He looked at Huo Baichuan, his eyes deep and dark, like the unfathomable sky above.
After hearing this, Huo Baichuan narrowed his eyes, but remained calm, like a hermit who had sailed a lone boat across thousands of mountains. "I helped you last time, don't you think I'm a friend?"
"Thank you for last time, but please step aside. I have urgent business to attend to." Wei Tingsi held his longsword horizontally, his meaning clear: either get out of the way or fight.
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