Back at the palace, Pei Yuan reluctantly helped Yan Xitong down.
Unexpectedly, Qi Xuan's knife stabbed so deeply that blood flowed out like a waterfall at the slightest movement.
I was frightened, and Pei Yuan comforted me and said, "Don't worry, the former king will not die!"
That kind of tone made it sound like it was okay to leave Yan Xitong aside, since his lifespan was not over yet anyway.
"Stop talking nonsense, help me back to the room!" Yan Xitong realized that if he continued like this, he would probably burp.
When I returned to the room, Yan Xitong lay slumped on the bed. The lights were bright, and I saw that a layer of sweat had already condensed on his face.
"Princess, let's go back and rest!" Pei Yuan said carelessly.
If I go to rest at this time, I wonder if Xingfu will shout at the top of his lungs the next morning, "The former king is dead!"
"I'm watching him!"
"You are not needed, I will do it myself!" Yan Xitong refused without hesitation.
I was even more upset. What was there to do about this damn guy? I relied on my martial arts skills to assassinate him single-handedly, but in the end I was injured all over... all over?
Yes, when Yan Xitong took off his clothes, I was completely stunned by the scene in front of me.
The smooth back was actually covered with large and small scars.
I still remember that Di Qing also showed the scars on his body in front of me, but each scar had its origin, such as being cut by someone in a certain battle, and each one represented honor.
But I have never heard of Yan Xitong having any experience on the battlefield. Where did the scars on his body come from?
Yan Xitong took off his clothes in front of me without any scruples, which made Pei Yuan immediately dissatisfied and quickly covered my eyes: "Don't look!"
I pulled his hand down. What's the matter? I've seen Xia Yan's naked butt, and Yan Xitong just took off his shirt.
In the candlelight, Yan Xitong took off his bloody clothes in front of us without any scruples, and then took out a medical kit from under the bed.
My eyes widened. Did this guy often go out to fight with others, so he always had medicines ready for emergencies?
"Pei Yuan, go help!"
Pei Yuan looked at me in disbelief: "Me?"
"It's not you, is it me?"
Pei Yuan thought for a while and said coldly: "Actually, King Xi can do it alone!"
Yan Xitong is arrogant, and Pei Yuan is equally arrogant. It is probably impossible for Pei Yuan to condescend to serve others. The same goes for Yan Xitong. He feels that it is difficult for others to interfere with the things he can handle.
So, Pei Yuan and I looked at Yan Xitong with big eyes and small eyes.
I saw him skillfully picking up the gold wound potion and cleaning potion. The potion had a strong pungent smell. When I was a child, I usually used that kind of potion to wipe it off, but it hurt.
I looked at Yan Xitong with lingering fear. His face was expressionless, as if the pain had no impact on him at all. It could also be said that he was used to it.
"What are you still doing here?" Yan Xitong, who looked pale, finally realized that Pei Yuan and I were still in the room.
Pei Yuan said: "The princess doesn't trust you and wants to see you bandaged before leaving! I don't care! I have something to do tomorrow and I need to rest early!"
"Get out! Get out of here all of us!" Yan Xitong threw down the medicine and shouted at us.
"Pei Yuan, you go back first!"
"Princess……"
"Go back!" I showed off my power once. Pei Yuan looked at it for a long time and then bowed to me: "Yes!"
ps: That’s it for today, I will make it up to you all tomorrow! Think about how Xia Yan will appear tomorrow, hehehe!
