She took off his arm across her legs, carefully turned over and got out of bed, opened the door, and happened to see the old man and his wife getting up. The old woman came forward, looked inside Wang's room, and whispered
asked——
"Little lady, what happened just now? I seemed to hear something commotion. Did the husband and wife have a quarrel? Are you okay?"
Obviously, this old woman really regarded them as husband and wife. Fang was an unrelated person, so Su Yueming didn't bother to explain and said -
"No, he is a little tired. Old man, could you prepare a basin of hot water and a clean face towel for me?"
"Oh, okay."
"Hey, okay, old man, hurry up and boil the water." The old woman turned to her husband and then turned around to find a towel.
After waiting for a while, hot water and face towels were brought over. Su Yueming thanked him and returned to the room with the basin.
Murong Canghai was still sleeping and had no intention of waking up.
Su Yueming sighed slightly, rolled up her sleeves, wetted the face towel and wrung it dry. She walked back to the bed and took off his clothes. The area where her belt was wrapped was already stained red.
She checked carefully and found that fortunately, the bleeding had stopped.
She used a face towel to gently wipe away the blood on other parts of her body bit by bit.
After doing all this, Su Yueming was already tired, yawned, and lay down beside his bed and fell asleep without knowing it.
In his sleep, Murong Canghai felt a warm body leaning against his side. He unconsciously held her hand in his palm, feeling the softness and warmth.
It seems that only at such a moment, two people who are at odds with each other will stay together quietly.
*
East Palace.
Time passes slowly, the night is getting darker, and the storm is coming.
The palace seemed particularly restless tonight, with gusts of wind blowing from the corners, and the whimpering sounds were chilling.
Suddenly, a white thunderbolt flashed in the sky, followed by a loud thunder, as if it was about to split the world into pieces. After a while, there was a heavy downpour in the sky.
The entire palace was surrounded by a vast curtain of rain.
The prince sat in front of the desk, looking at the folded book in front of him with deep and solemn eyes.
Feng Po, Brother Yi, and Mo Yu all stood in front of her, waiting for his decision. There were three thousand soldiers waiting for him outside the East Palace and around the imperial city.
Winner or loser, it all depends on tonight.
Finally, he raised his lips to speak.
The eyes of the four people below followed him, and he threw the Zhezi in his hand to the ground with a snap and said -
"Are you all ready?"
The four people immediately knelt down and said in unison, "We are willing to follow His Highness, but Your Highness will follow your lead!"
"Okay!" The prince swung his python robe and stood up. His slender and handsome figure exuded extraordinary magnanimity and calm but powerful courage.
He ordered in a cold voice, "Feng Po, Game, the three of you will lead everyone immediately to accompany me to Yikun Palace to capture the Queen Mother! Mo Yu, take my folding fan and go to the palace gate to guard Duo Rong.
Princess, please pay attention to my signals at all times. If you win this battle, you will take her back to the East Palace. I will drink the wine of victory with her. If you lose, you must remember to stop her and don't let her in. Send her to the East Palace.
Give her a folding fan and tell her that I want her to leave the palace, leave the capital, change her name, and never come back again."