He stretched out his arms to hug her and said softly: "Don't move, just lie down and the pain will subside after a while."
Yuan Qingling looked into his deep and painful eyes, and suddenly remembered Ah Si, and asked urgently: "Where is Ah Si?"
Yu Wenhao said: "She injured her abdomen, but the condition is not serious. She has been sent back to Yuan Mansion."
"Where's Man'er?"
Yu Wenhao shook his head, "I don't know yet."
"Try your best to save her," Yuan Qingling grabbed his hand, her hair scattered on the pillow, and the ends of her hair were stained with blood, "If it weren't for her, I would have died long ago."
His eyes deepened and he said hoarsely: "Don't worry, she will be fine. She is a martial arts practitioner and her foundation is better than yours. The injury is not a critical part, it is just a depletion of physical strength. She will be fine after she rests."
Yuan Qing laid her head on the pillow and looked sideways at him, with a trace of scarlet on her plain and pale face, "Where is Chu Mingcui?"
He swept her lips with his fingertips, and his eyes were cold, "She has killed so many people, so she must accept the punishment of the law."
"Then what will be the sentence based on her crime?" Yuan Qingling asked.
"Death is certain, it depends on how you die." Yu Wenhao said very gently.
Yuan Qingling looked at him, "Do you want to be interrogated in person?"
"Jingzhao Mansion has no shirking responsibility."
"She and you..." Yuan Qingling thought for a while but said nothing.
The coldness in his eyes never faded, "I don't have any old friendship with her. If others say a few words about me, it's just a mouthful. I can't control it if my mouth grows on someone else's body."
Yuan Qingling shook his head, "I'm not afraid of what others will say to you. She deserves it. I'm just afraid that you will feel uncomfortable. After all, you have a past."
"What old love do I miss? I can't help you even if I miss you even a little bit, let alone, it's gone long ago." Yu Wenhao pressed the corner of the quilt and said softly: "Don't worry about this matter, just rest in peace and recuperate."
Yuan Qing Ling moved his arm and sighed: "The leg injury doesn't hurt at all. It's this arm, where she bit her, that hurts terribly."
Yu Wenhao looked at her with painful eyes.
He couldn't help her pain, he could only help her vent her anger.
Chu Mingcui was sent back to Chu's house, already dying.
The ghost guard sent it back in person and told the first assistant what happened. The first assistant said nothing and only asked people to put Chu Mingcui in the yard and let him fend for himself.
No one else in the mansion knew what Chu Mingcui had done. They just assumed that she had been wronged in Prince Qi's Mansion. However, many people also knew that Prince Qi's Mansion was set on fire and nothing was left.
Some people vaguely speculated that she was injured because of arson.
Therefore, no one interceded for Chu Mingcui.
In particular, tomorrow's bride, Chu Mingyang, just walked over and took a look, then left.
Chu Mingyang had been hiding in his room since his mother died. He was so frightened that he fell ill. After he recovered, he calmly accepted the fact that he would marry Prince Ji as his concubine.
Because it was Chu Mingyang's happy event soon, the house was decorated with lights and colorful decorations, full of joy. Chu Mingcui was lying on the makeshift wooden bed in the yard, just waiting to die. The bright red in the garden reflected in her empty and desperate eyes.
Form a strong contrast.
It was cold in the yard, and someone brought a quilt for Chu Mingcui. If she had not been treated, she would have died long ago.
Now I'm just hanging on, and I can only live for a day or two at most.
Chu Mingcui lay there, shivering. She was not in much pain because the ghost guard gave her Zijin Decoction, which could temporarily save her life.
In her mind, the past events were replayed over and over again, and her memory was always about that handsome young man with his sleeves rolled up in the sun. She was obsessed with it, but she couldn't pursue it anymore.