Chapter 155 Drunkenness
Jiang Wan Ning grasped Hai Tang's pulse; it was weak and feeble.
"Where is the prince?"
Jiang Wan Ning lifted the carriage curtain and called out.
"They're up ahead. I'll go report right away."
"No need. Have the prince find a few people; I need to give both of them blood transfusions."
"Yes." Mo Ran rode his horse faster towards the front of the group.
A moment later, Pei Yanchuan entered the carriage. "Ningning, give me the blood test results, and I'll get them."
"good."
Jiang Wan Ning didn't even look up, reaching into the box to rummage for reagents.
"Your Highness, use mine first for Haitang. I checked last time when I saved the Prince, and we have the same blood type."
As he spoke, Mo Ran rolled up his sleeves.
Looking down at Haitang, whose lips were pale and whose body was covered in blood, he felt a sudden pang of pain in his heart.
If the prince hadn't sensed something was wrong and brought them to greet the princess, these two girls would probably have lost their lives long ago.
After giving the two blood transfusions, Jiang Wanning personally prepared antipyretics and fed them to the two.
The thing I fear most after an injury is getting a fever.
Because their injuries were too severe, they walked very slowly.
The two were out of danger by the afternoon of the following day.
Mo Qing and Mo Ran took turns watching over and taking care of her, while Jiang Wan Ning dragged her tired body to find Pei Yan Chuan.
"Ningning." Pei Yanchuan put his arm around Jiang Wanning's waist to support her. "There's another carriage behind us. I've already had it prepared. Go and rest."
Throughout the journey, Peony and Begonia remained in danger, Jiang Wanning didn't close her eyes for a moment, and Pei Yanchuan didn't disturb them, only silently accompanying them.
He knew how important these two maids were to Jiang Wan Ning.
He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Jiang Wan Ning take the initiative to come to him.
"Your Highness, how many prisoners have been captured alive?"
Before the two could exchange a single intimate word, Jiang Wan Ning asked directly, "Can you leave it to me?"
She knew that Pei Yanchuan liked to capture prisoners alive.
“There were 280 of them in total, and your two girls killed 96 of them.”
Pei Yanchuan said, "My men killed 120 people, and the rest are all being held captive in the back."
"If you want them, rest for a while. When we return to the military camp, I will hand them all over to you."
Before Pei Yanchuan could finish speaking, Jiang Wanning turned and walked towards the direction where the assassin was being escorted.
Pei Yanchuan could only follow behind.
"Your Highness! Your Highness!" The guards bowed in greeting.
As Jiang Wan Ning walked, she drew the sword from a soldier beside her and strode toward the assassin.
Before anyone could react, she had already killed more than ten people with a single slash.
"You...you...didn't you say the Langya Army never kills prisoners?" one of the assassins stammered in fear.
"It's not about killing prisoners, but do you count?" Pei Yanchuan said coldly.
He didn't stop Jiang Wan Ning; keeping these people around was meant for Jiang Wan Ning to deal with anyway.
Jiang Wan Ning raised her knife and brought it down; the person who had spoken was already decapitated, and blood splattered onto Jiang Wan Ning's pale and tired face.
Bathed in moonlight, she resembled a bloodthirsty witch, her eyes bloodshot and her gaze sharp...
Everyone was shocked by this scene; even Pei Yanchuan had never seen Jiang Wanning like this before.
"You should be thankful that the two of them are still alive, otherwise I wouldn't mind having you slowly sliced to death!"
"No, no, don't kill me!" Someone cried out in terror, wetting their pants. "I can tell you who's behind this."
Jiang Wan Ning held her sword to the man's neck. "Trying to play dirty even when you're about to die."
"I...I didn't." The man trembled and instinctively moved back. "I swear I'm not lying."
"I really know who's behind this."
"I also know who killed the British Duke's family back then."
Jiang Wan Ning looked at Pei Yan Chuan and saw that there was no expression on his face, so she knew that he thought the same as her.
These assassins, more or less, all had something held by their backers; they were genuinely afraid, but this news...
I'm afraid someone deliberately wanted to pass this on to Pei Yanchuan.
"explain."
"Tell me and I'll let you go."
Jiang Wan Ning did not respond, and the man slowly said, "It is...it is the late emperor."
"His Majesty is aware of this matter; he has always known about it."
Before the man could say anything more, Jiang Wan Ning had already ended his life with a swift stroke of her knife.
Including the rest, not one was spared.
These people also went to great lengths to kill the crabapple and peony; none of them wanted to miss out on making a significant contribution.
Therefore, killing them is not innocent.
Fortunately, since that person just said it, it proves that it was neither the late emperor nor the current emperor who killed the Duke of Ying's family.
This at least made Pei Yanchuan feel a little better.
The group arrived at the military camp three days later.
The towns along the way had set up soup kitchens, and there were no longer any disaster victims begging on the streets.
Jiang Wan Ning knew that Pei Yan Chuan had already located the granary when he received the news and successfully opened it to save the people.
"Ningning, this is your pair." Pei Yanchuan came to the tent. "On behalf of the people of Dongling, I thank you."
Jiang Wan Ning did not take them. "I need to take care of Haitang and Shaoyao these next few days. Your Highness, please take these first."
"This is yours."
“When we got engaged, the prince gave me all his wealth. Now, what’s the difference between you and me?”
"These things are all meant to save the people, so it doesn't matter whether you or I take them."
Pei Yanchuan didn't refuse any longer and put the pair of cards away.
Glancing at the now-cold porridge on the table, "Something on your mind?"
Jiang Wan Ning suddenly leaned on Pei Yan Chuan's shoulder, feeling utterly deflated and powerless.
"Your Highness, is there any wine?"
Jiang Wan Ning knew that drinking was not allowed in the military camp, but she still asked anyway.
Pei Yanchuan, as if by magic, pulled a flask of wine from under his cloak. "Just this one flask; don't drink too much."
Jiang Wan Ning reached out and touched the wine pot; it was still warm.
The military camp was fifty miles from the nearest town, but the climate was completely different.
The climate here is similar to that of the Western Xia Dynasty.
The Western Xia Kingdom had created a catchy rhyme about the climate of their homeland, which Jiang Wan Ning found particularly apt.
Wear a fur coat in the morning and gauze at noon; eat watermelon around the stove in the evening.
Jiang Wan Ning took a big gulp of wine and buried her face in Pei Yan Chuan's neck, inhaling the unique woody scent emanating from the man.
Surprisingly, it had a calming effect.
Since her rebirth, her mother has almost gotten into trouble, and Peony and Begonia have almost died because of her.
For a moment, Jiang Wan Ning felt that her rebirth hadn't changed anything.
We've all just died in different ways.
Fortunately, they were all alright in the end, but if something had really happened... Jiang Wan Ning didn't dare to think about it.
I originally thought that being reborn meant I could control everything, but it seems I was far too naive...
"Your Highness." Jiang Wan Ning sniffed, her tone like a child begging for candy.
Pei Yanchuan's heart softened. "I'm here."
Jiang Wan Ning suddenly straightened up and knelt on Pei Yan Chuan's lap, "I want to bathe with you."
What she really wanted to say was, what kind of bath did Pei Yanchuan use? His body smelled so good, and she wanted it too.
Perhaps it was because of the alcohol, but what he was thinking and what he was saying were different.
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