On the bed, Bai Lan's face was deathly pale, and her lips were completely bloodless.
An Ning gently lifted the thin blanket and took a look; her back was covered in blood and flesh.
Her heart tightened: "Are you alright?" Her voice was hoarse and trembling.
Bai Lan tried to open her mouth: "It's okay."
"The imperial physician will be here soon, you will be fine."
The imperial physician was found with Mu Ange's help; she owed this playboy a debt of gratitude that was only growing stronger.
Although Bai Lan was seriously injured, An Ning felt much more at ease. As the saying goes, those who survive a great calamity are bound to have good fortune. She endured the eighty strokes of the cane, and what remained should be a life of happiness and prosperity.
Thinking this, she reached out and gently stroked Bai Lan's hair, which was stained with blood, and said with emotion, "You must hold on. Our hardest days are over."
"Your Highness." The door opened, and an old man with a white beard entered.
An Ning looked at the doctor, who seemed to be invited by Mu Ange: "Please take a look at me."
"good."
An Ning got up and stood to the side, but Bai Lan's room was so crowded that she felt like she was standing arm in arm with Mu An Ge.
"How about it?"
The imperial physician stood up, presumably having made a decision.
"It's a superficial wound, but it's a bit more serious. It needs frequent dressing changes and cleaning. I'll prescribe some medication to take with it. It should improve within a month."
"Thank you." An Ning was overjoyed.
An Ning squatted down beside Bai Lan and said, "Did you hear that? You'll get better within a month, Bai Lan. This time, we're facing death to live."
Bai Lan struggled to open her eyes and looked at An Ning, managing a weak smile: "Little Ning, you must take good care of my brother."
An Ning shook her head: "You have to take care of your own brother. I'll just give you more tuition fees at most."
Bai Lan chuckled, but then suddenly stopped.
The eyes that were clear just a moment ago are now becoming increasingly cloudy, inch by inch.
An Ning realized something was wrong.
"Imperial Physician! Imperial Physician, come quickly!"
She stormed out of the door and dragged the imperial physician, who was halfway there, back with her.
The imperial physician stumbled back to the hut, opened Bai Lan's eyes to take a look, and was immediately shocked: "How could this be?"
Puzzled, she lifted the thin blanket and exclaimed in surprise, "Ah? A ruptured blood vessel?"
An Ning rushed over to look, and under the thin blanket, Bai Lan's back was almost covered in blood.
"How could this happen? Weren't you told it would get better within a month? How could this be?"
An Ning grabbed everything she could to stop the bleeding and tried to stop the blood gushing from Bai Lan's back.
The imperial physician's expression darkened slightly, and he shook his head: "It's no use!"
On the bed, the crimson blood, like a boundless sea of blood, engulfed An Ning, and everything in sight was scarlet.
She tried to breathe, but the first thing she smelled was blood. She reached out to touch it, and a torrent of blood flowed down her fingers.
The gap between them rushed towards her, and in a daze, she felt that this sea of blood had stained her entire body red.
An Ning gasped for air, but her mind was a jumbled mess, and she felt incredibly dizzy. In the last moment before she closed her eyes, she saw Bai Lan's lifeless eyes and Mu Ange's outstretched hand...
Along the long palace corridor, An Ning followed Mu Ange unconsciously, like a walking corpse.
Bai Lan's body has been buried, like all the palace maids, without a tombstone or grave.
Bai Lan died, for herself! An Ning silently shed tears, grief enveloping her.
Mu Ange really couldn't understand where this person, who usually seemed incredibly stupid, came from with such overwhelming grief.
Even though she stood behind him without saying a word, the overwhelming pain pounded on him like raindrops, forcing his cold, icy heart to feel her sorrow and despair. This feeling was truly vexing.
"Would you like to go visit your aunt?"
An Ning shook her head blankly.
Mu Ange frowned: Not going to speak? I've gone to such lengths to show concern for you, and you dare not speak?
An Ning belatedly looked up and was caught off guard by the concern that Mu Ange's dark eyes had not yet managed to conceal.
An Ning shook her head again: "No, thank you, I want to be by myself for a while."
Mu Ange frowned slightly: Should she stay by herself for a while? What if she gets sick from staying by herself and then hangs herself with a white silk ribbon?
An Ning twitched her lips almost imperceptibly: Mu, don't go too far!
"I'm just having a hard time accepting it right now, but I'll be fine in a bit."
Mu Ange looked her up and down, and firmly believed: she couldn't be left alone, or she would die!
"I heard that the concubines in the palace are holding some kind of divorce banquet for Su Yunyan. Do you want to go and join in the fun?"
An Ning shook her head: "No need... I just want to be alone..."
Mu Ange's expression changed instantly, and he looked at her with a fierce expression: "You go when I tell you to. I have my reasons."
An Ning looked up at him, not afraid at all. She knew that when Mu Ange was really angry, he wouldn't act like a three-year-old.
Seeing that he hadn't fooled her, Mu Ange raised an eyebrow and pretended even more convincingly: "If I tell you to go, then go. Why all the nonsense?"
An Ning was utterly exasperated: "Fine, fine, I'll go, okay?"
Mu Ange pursed her lips tightly: "You're really being perfunctory with that long face."
"I'm leaving." He was angry.
Mu Ange was very unhappy. He was clearly worried she might do something rash, so why was she being so dismissive and impatient? "I will never interfere in your affairs again! Never again!!!"
An Ning watched his departing figure, her mind filled with countless thoughts.
How could the Crown Prince know my identity?
Who exactly wanted to kill me but ended up implicating Bai Lan?
Is it the beginning of a power struggle in the imperial court and a scheme to frame someone in the harem?
No matter who it is, she will never allow herself to be bullied!
An Ning tilted his head back, veins bulging, and roared in a low voice:
"I must avenge this!"
Mu Ange, who had walked away, unfortunately had exceptional hearing and clearly heard her grief and indignation.
~~
Inside the Bixiao Palace.
The candlelight illuminated the girls' thoughtful faces.
After a few drinks, Su Yunyan's face was flushed, and she looked drunk.
Wu Ying, holding a large bowl and with one foot on a stool, laughed at her: "Hahaha, Yunyan, your alcohol tolerance is really too low."
Glug.
After saying that, she tilted her head back and downed the bowl in one gulp.
Lanxi held the wine glass in her slender hand, leaned back in her chair, and opened her alluring eyes, saying, "Wu Ying, you're just a... hiccup, a drunkard. Drinking on your own is no fun. I miss my men so much, hiccup."
Qingyao quickly reached out and covered her mouth: "Be careful what you say."
"Ugh!" Lanxi felt a churning in her stomach and vomited all over Qingyao's hand.
"Aaaaaaah, Lanxi, I'm going to die!"
Lanxi was slightly taken aback, then pointed at Qingyao's ashen face and chuckled, "Hehehehe, this is the first time I've ever seen so many expressions on your face, hahaha, I'm telling you, stop acting like a proper young lady all the time, okay? Look at us, we're so carefree."
Qingyao went to wash her hands with a dark face, but after taking only one step, she was tripped by a foot that cut in from the side.
"Honeysuckle! Take your leg back."
Honeysuckle mumbled a soft "hmm," but her body went limp, and she slid off the chair.
"ah!"
"ah!"
Two screams rang out almost simultaneously.
Under the round table.
Jin Yinhua was so frightened by Yan Mufeng's gestures and mutterings while holding the short sword that she almost lost her soul.
"Yan Mufeng, what are you doing?"
Yan Mufeng's face was flushed red, and her tongue slurred as she spoke: "Sword practice! I... I want to be the number one female swordsman in the world!"
Startled, Honeysuckle sobered up considerably: "You...you're drunk, aren't you?"
Sister Yun watched them misbehave with a smile and ordered the servants to cook more hangover soup.
The noisy chatter all lingered around the round table. Through the clinking of glasses and the surrounding space, Sister Yun saw Anning sitting alone by the door, her figure cold and desolate, utterly lonely.
"Something on your mind?"
Sister Yun sat down with her and asked.
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