Jing Hong was right behind her, no more than ten steps away from Yu Linglong.
Yu Linglong did not want him to approach, but Jing Hong not only did not stop, but quickened his pace.
The Prince's relationship with this woman was not as good as outsiders thought; the Prince had always been wary of her.
Jing Hong naturally guarded against those whom the Prince guarded against. His greatest fear was that this woman would take advantage of the Prince's weakness to do something untoward to him!
Unexpectedly, as Jing Hong was about to get close, Yu Linglong suddenly tore open her own collar.
"Look, the injuries I sustained tonight are no less severe than your Prince's. Why does no one pity me?"
Jing Hong was so startled that he quickly turned his face away.
What was all this? This Empress was simply ill, utterly inexplicable!
However, while he averted his gaze, Yu Linglong stood up and ran.
By the time Jing Hong came to his senses, the empty room was left with only her parting words: "Remember to give him his medicine!"
She was gone.
Jing Hong hurried to the bedside and carefully examined Prince He's condition.
Apart from internal injuries, there were no other problems.
The woman should not have done anything untoward to the Prince just now.
Jing Hong breathed a sigh of relief, covered the Prince with the quilt, and then retreated to the side, guarding quietly.
He did not know what the Prince had gone through, but this was the first time the Prince had returned with such severe injuries.
He had already dispatched people to investigate.
If Jing Hong guessed correctly, the person who fought with the Prince tonight was likely Prince Xuan.
In the entire capital, only Prince Xuan could fight their Prince to a draw.
But these two princes had never truly fought before. Tonight, was it really for that woman named Xiao Yao?
What did Yu Linglong mean by asking "Who" just now?
...
Feng Ye Xuan developed a high fever in the middle of the night.
His body was ice-cold, and even under thick quilts, his tall frame still trembled.
After Chu Qianli administered the fever-reducing medicine, she glanced at the sky and began to worry.
She had to take Feng Ye Xuan back quickly, otherwise, if Feng Qi He's men found them first, it would be disadvantageous to both of them.
If Feng Qi He became ruthless and killed them to silence them, then Prince Xuan would die unjustly here.
Prince He might not be willing to let go of such a good opportunity.
But Feng Ye Xuan was now unconscious and had a high fever. He was so heavy that she could not possibly carry him away.
What to do?
She looked around in the space of the Qiankun Chain and suddenly her gaze fixed on something.
It was a rattan basket, modified, but clearly broken.
Perhaps she had thought there was still plenty of space in the Qiankun Chain at the time, so she picked it up and put it back even though it was broken.
After all, such a large rattan basket could still be used after repair, and it would be a waste to discard it.
But this rattan basket...
Some scenes flickered in her mind, indistinctly.
A hot air balloon, a basket carrying people, an injured man...
He leaned against her back, closed his eyes, and was talking to her.
At that time, she had no idea that the man behind her was already on the verge of collapse.
But he kept talking to her, making her think he was fine.
Only when they reached the top of the cliff and she safely rejoined the team did he lose his strength and completely faint.
When she looked back, what she saw was the bright scarlet on his clothes...
"Ye Xuan..." Her heart was suddenly pierced with pain.
Chu Qianli reached out, wanting to touch his pale face, but her fingertips stopped just before reaching his handsome face.
Some feelings seemed to be becoming clearer and clearer.
For her, how many injuries had he sustained?
Suddenly, her hand was grasped.
The scorching touch made Chu Qianli's heart ache.
"Li'er..." The man's pale, cracked lips trembled slightly: "I... am your husband! If you dare to like Ye Qingying, I will kill him! I will definitely kill him!"