When Mu Bai returned, it was already early in the morning.
Before he returned to the room, the blood in his chest started to boil again.
He quickly walked to the end of the corridor, held on to the wooden pillar, opened his mouth and a mouthful of blood fell on the flowers in the yard.
Soon, it was washed away by the drizzle.
After wiping the blood on his lips, he stood up and was about to walk to his bedroom.
But unexpectedly, outside the bedroom, a woman had been waiting for a long time.
Seeing Mu Bai vomiting blood alone without anyone taking care of her, Yu'er felt sad and almost shed tears.
"Third Prince..."
"What do you want from me?" He lowered his wide sleeves and hid the blood stains in them.
His face was expressionless, as if the act of vomiting blood just now had not happened.
"Third Prince, are you injured? How did you get injured? Who is not the princess..."
"If nothing happens, go back and stay with Madam." Mu Bai walked towards his bedroom.
Yu'er knew that he didn't want to hear any nonsense from her, not a single word.
Her heart was so sore.
If she were Chu Qingge, how could he treat her like this?
But that woman was the most indifferent to him.
"Third Prince, Madam wants to see you." Yu'er looked at his back and said softly.
Mu Bai stopped at the door. He originally wanted to turn around, but suddenly, a surge of blood rushed to him.
His vision went dark and he almost fell down.
"Third Prince!" Yu'er was frightened and wanted to rush over to help him, but she didn't dare.
Mu Bai finally held on to the ancient wooden door of the bedroom to steady his slender body.
His head was dizzy and he had no strength all over his body. If he went to see his mother at this time, his mother would blame Qing'er again.
In the end, he didn't look back at Yu'er, but said coldly: "It's getting late, I'm going to rest. If you have anything else, I'll talk about it tomorrow."
"Third Prince..." Yu'er still didn't give up.
Tie Mian, who was walking quickly from the corridor carrying hot water, said hurriedly: "Miss Yu'er, look at this time, Madam must have gone to bed. If you have anything to do, why don't we talk about it tomorrow?"
Yu'er looked up and then remembered that she had been waiting here for more than an hour for the third prince.
In more than an hour, it will be dawn.
This is really not a good time to talk.
It's just that after my wife was disabled from martial arts, her temper became particularly bad.
She said she wanted to see the third prince, but if she couldn't, she might lose her temper again.
Mu Bai had opened the door and walked in.
Yu'er wanted to take a step forward, but was stopped by the iron man holding the basin.
"Miss Yu'er, please go back so that the third prince won't have to explain to the princess."
Yu'er's heart was shocked, and her heart suddenly felt so sad.
But Tie Mian didn't have time to pay attention to her bad mood, and closed the door in front of her.
"Third Prince, are you caught in the rain?"
Seeing the rumpled clothes on the third prince's body, he felt distressed.
"Third Prince, first wash your face, warm your hands, and change your clothes before..."
But Mu Bai had already laid down on the bed, and even closed his eyes.
He looked extremely tired.
The most terrifying thing is that his face is as pale as paper!
"Third Prince, how about I find a doctor..."
"Get out." Mu Bai waved his hand, and the gauze curtain at the head of the bed slid down. His voice was hoarse and weak: "Don't hinder me... from resting."
