"Don't say anything, Xiangqin. Go boil some water, then send someone to get Mr. Wang over. Tell him I have a medical question I'd like to ask him. Tell him to bring his medicine box and go quickly."
Qing Yue gritted her teeth and gave the order despite the pain.
This little maidservant had obviously never seen the world before. Her face was pale and her whole body was trembling.
She couldn't understand why her princess had come back so badly injured after just one trip. What had happened? But she didn't dare ask, her eyes reddening.
"Yes, yes... Mr. Wang, Princess, who is Mr. Wang?"
Xiangqin asked in a trembling voice.
How did the princess get injured during this trip? She even lost so much blood.
Qing Yue took a deep breath and felt a throbbing pain in her head due to the injury to her shoulder blade.
"It's the doctor at the mansion. Just go and ask him. And don't let anyone know that I'm injured."
Qing Yue tried her best to remind him again.
The only person she can trust now is this maid. She is not smart enough, even a little stupid, unlike Mu Xi who followed her in her previous life. She grew up with her and understood her thoughts, but now she only has her.
While giving orders, Qing Yue took off her bloody clothes. The cloth stuck to the wound, and when she pulled it, it tore the clotted blood scab on the wound, and immediately a large amount of blood gushed out. She took off her coat, revealing the hideous wound. The contrast between the blood red and the tender white looked even more shocking.
Qing Yue used the torn inner fabric to bind the wound.
If she had silver needles or golden medicine at this time, she could heal her own injuries, but she had nothing.
The condition she proposed to Feng Ling to build a pharmacy has not yet been built.
So I had no choice but to go find Mr. Wang.
Last night, she saw that Mr. Wang was excited about her medical skills, so if Xiangqin went to find him, he would definitely come.
When Xiangqin saw the wound on her princess, her lips turned pale and her eyes instantly red. She almost fainted and ran out of the house, "I'll go right away..."
But just as he opened the door, he let out a startled scream, but the words got stuck in his throat, "Prince, Your Majesty..."
His whole body was shaking like a sieve, and his legs went limp as he knelt on the ground.
"Get out of the way."
Feng Ling snorted, his face full of anger.
He had just received a message from Zhong Wu, saying that the guard was wearing a coat and looked a little strange. Feng Ling's eyes narrowed immediately. "Untidy clothes?" What did this woman do behind his back?
If this woman dared to cheat on him, it would be a huge shame for him. Even if her medical skills could save his life, he would definitely kill her!
Feng Ling's face was as gloomy as ice. She immediately came to Qin Wan's residence. Especially after the door was opened, she saw the maid's frightened and panicked look. Feng Ling narrowed her eyes, pushed the person away, and controlled the wheelchair into the house and into the inner room. She was full of hostility.
Qingyue thought that Feng Ling could not hide the fact that she was injured, but she did not expect him to come so soon.
The moment she heard Feng Ling's voice, Qing Yue wanted to reach out and pull the quilt, but the pain was so severe that her vision went black, and she leaned back on the couch.
At this moment, Feng Ling had already entered the inner room and immediately saw Qin Wan, who was only wearing underwear. Her skin was as delicate as cream, dazzlingly white, and her waist was slender, as if she could hug her with just two hands...
This is a picture that flashed by!
Feng Ling's pupils shrank, and he was about to look away for a moment, but the next moment, he saw the cloth that was tied around his shoulders began to ooze bright red blood, more and more, and the area of the stain became larger and larger!
"go out!"
Qing Yue took a breath in pain and finally caught her breath. She immediately shouted at Feng Ling, but unfortunately her voice was weak and not stern, but rather revealed a bit of weakness and softness.
"Zhong Wu, go get Elder Wang and block the news."
Feng Ling had a cold face and immediately gave the order.
"You, get out."
This harsh shout was obviously directed at Xiangqin, filled with suppressed anger.
Xiangqin shuddered and hurriedly retreated, not forgetting to close the door. She remembered that the princess asked her to boil some water.
Qing Yue struggled to pull the quilt over, gritted her teeth and covered herself with it to hide her body which was only wearing a small dress.
Feng Ling moved forward in his wheelchair, his face gloomy, and it was obvious that he was suppressing his anger. "Qin Wan, explain to me what happened to this injury?"
Qing Yue pursed her lips and said nothing, looking listless and irritable.
"You're not talking, are you mute? What on earth did you do without my knowledge?"
Feng Ling became even angrier when she saw that she didn't say anything.
"Feng Ling, are you okay? If not, get out."
Qing Yue spoke irritably, but these words made Feng Ling even more furious.
The next moment, he slapped the wheelchair, and a golden thread shot out and wrapped around Qingyue's neck.
"Qin Wan, have I spoiled you too much? Or are you relying on your medical skills to heal me, so you're so confident? Hmm?"
Feng Ling asked coldly.
Qing Yue was already injured, so her reaction was slow. Seeing the golden thread flying, she just moved and blood gushed out from the wound on her shoulder blade. The pain made her sweat profusely.
"Feng Ling, kill me if you can."
Qing Yue gritted her teeth, her almond-shaped eyes reddened with reluctance and determination.
She hated it!
Hate everyone!
Hate Qing Yunyao, hate Chu Yan, hate Feng Ling...
The two people's gazes were fixed in mid-air. Qing Yue's eyes were bloodshot, filled with hatred and pain. It was a look of sorrow that only came from someone who was hurt to the extreme. Feng Ling's eyes were cold, with an endless murderous aura surging within him. However, when he met Qing Yue's gaze, his heart trembled, and the golden thread in his hand inexplicably lost its strength.
Finally, he snorted coldly and retracted the golden thread.
"Qin Wan, do you think that if you don't tell me, I won't be able to find out what you did?"
Feng Ling said.
Qing Yue pursed her lips. She naturally knew that the fact that Princess You was injured could not be concealed. Feng Ling would be able to connect it to her as long as he found out.
But she was not afraid, because Feng Ling would not tell this matter to anyone, otherwise, how could he get away with it if she, the Princess Yu, assassinated the Princess You?
But Qing Yue was too lazy to talk to him at the moment, so she frowned and said impatiently, "I don't know who assassinated me, maybe it was your enemy. I just wanted to go out for a walk, and I was assassinated. If I hadn't run fast, I would have died. Maybe it was you who implicated me."
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