"Nothing to say," Chu Qianli said faintly.
"You..." Feng Qihe's expression changed slightly, displeased.
This wicked woman, couldn't she say a few pleasant words?
"This King just saved you, don't I even deserve a thank you?"
Chu Qianli snorted coldly, "If it weren't for Your Highness inexplicably sneak attacking me, this wouldn't have happened. Would I need to thank you for getting me out of trouble?"
Feng Qihe paused, his expression momentarily stunned.
But soon, he still followed.
"How do you know it was this King? This King had no flaws in front of Gui Tong."
"Doesn't your arm hurt?" Chu Qianli turned her head and glanced at him.
Feng Qihe looked back. Gui Tong hadn't left, but he was far from them.
Not eavesdropping, not peeking, just not returning, still guarding the entrance of the forest.
But since Feng Qihe promised to protect Chu Qianli, he would never let anything happen to her. Gui Tong was confident about this.
After all, Feng Qihe still had to go to Nanming.
Seeing no sign of Gui Tong, Feng Qihe's face instantly contorted.
Pain! It hurt so much he almost fainted!
Gui Tong, that scoundrel, the force he used to grab it was enough to make one's heart wrench with pain.
"Heh!" Fu Ning, standing beside them, couldn't help but chuckle.
She hadn't expected that the King He, who appeared cold and devilishly charming in front of others, would have such a side in private.
Grimacing in pain? Wasn't he supposed to maintain a noble and aloof demeanor?
Chu Qianli didn't laugh, knowing that the wound was definitely not small.
She took out a bottle of medicine from her sleeve pocket, "This medicine is better than hemostatic powder. Most importantly, it doesn't have the smell of hemostatic powder, so no one will suspect."
Feng Qihe gasped several times before he could endure the scalp-numbing, intense pain.
He took off his outer robe and rolled up his sleeves.
The wound was just tightly bound with strips of cloth. Because the outer robe was thick enough, Gui Tong hadn't felt the presence of the cloth strips.
But now, these cloth strips were already soaked with bright red blood.
Fu Ning could no longer laugh.
After helping Chu Qianli to sit down, Fu Ning immediately took the medicine over.
Feng Qihe, however, said hoarsely, "You dead girl, I want you to put the medicine on for me!"
It really hurt!
His forehead was now covered in dense cold sweat.
Fu Ning felt uncomfortable just looking at him and turned to Chu Qianli, "Miss, please help him."
Although she didn't know why King He had disguised himself as an assassin to attack Chu Qianli, the way he had blocked Chu Feiyan to save her just now was indeed incredibly handsome.
Even Fu Ning was moved.
Moreover, the wound, held so painfully by Gui Tong, he could still remain expressionless, his breathing unchanged. He was truly a man of iron will.
Chu Qianli looked at him without speaking.
Feng Qihe walked to her side, sat down with a plop, and presented his wound to her.
Chu Qianli looked at him with a hint of coldness.
"Miss!" Fu Ning called out again.
Chu Qianli sighed and picked up the bottle, slowly applying the medicine to Feng Qihe's wound.
It wasn't that she was deliberately slow; it was just that she had no strength left in her body.
Her limbs felt weak, and even simple actions like lifting her arm were quite strenuous.
Feng Qihe watched her apply the medicine, and the pain in his heart gradually subsided.
At this moment, his habitually indifferent gaze softened.
"When you were at Yuhua Palace, it wasn't that this King didn't want to save you, but my mother wouldn't allow it."
He sighed silently in his heart, "My mother had her own plans. She said you would be fine. You... were ultimately wronged."