Author: Luo Wuxiao

With a sense of reluctance brewing in his chest, Jun Yanchu opened his eyes stained with scarlet bloodshot eyes, suddenly clenched the fists on his side, propped up the bed with his elbows, and struggled to sit up.

He was still emotionally agitated. For a while, the imperial doctor was unable to give him any medicine to stop the bleeding. He frightened and advised: "Your Highness, the wound is open. You need to treat the wound quickly now. You can't delay any longer."

Jun Yanchu was immersed in despair, his eyes were full of sorrow and anger, and he couldn't listen to the advice at all. He said angrily: "Why, she lied to me, and I don't blame her, but why can she be so cruel to me!"

But the man who could answer him wounded him, abandoned him, and fled.

"Help me get up." Jun Yanchu told the imperial doctor hoarsely.

Yan Moqing was angry and wanted to leave and no longer care about Jun Yanchu's life and death, just let him fend for himself.

But I couldn't move.

She controlled her anger, clenched her hands tightly, and ordered the imperial doctor: "Don't listen to him, give him medicine immediately!"

The imperial doctor was an old man over sixty years old with pale face and gray hair.

He was appointed by Jun Yanchu when he came to the palace four years ago and asked the emperor to appoint him. It was no surprise that Yan Moqing often came to Prince Yan's palace.

The imperial doctor glanced at Yan Moqing and felt confident, so he started to apply the medicine.

Jun Yanchu brushed his hands and pushed him away, shouting outside with a weak and hoarse voice, "Here comes someone, cough..."

Several guards rushed in after hearing the sound, and Yan Moqing was immediately kicked out.

Jun Yanchu's injury was serious. Before his foot touched the ground, he easily pulled the wound and started coughing violently.

"No, she escaped, ahem... I must personally capture her."

The imperial doctor did not dare to stop him and looked at Yan Moqing for help.

The blood couldn't stop overflowing. Yan Moqing looked heartbroken, but felt even more angry. She wiped away her tears, snatched the medicine from the doctor's hand, and pressed Jun Yanchu back.

"If you don't take medicine, do you have the chance to find someone?"

She has always been straightforward, but when facing the man she likes, she will always be a little coquettish.

Now, when she saw Jun Yanchu almost died and he was still obsessed with it, she couldn't bear it any longer, not to mention his identity, so she cursed him out loud.

"Why are you looking for that bitch? Don't you think the injury is not severe enough? Do you have to wait for her to stab you again and kill you completely before you can see clearly?"

"Jun Yanchu, are you sick?"

Jun Yanchu was forced to lie back down. He was completely powerless. His eyes were wide open and his expression was dull. He didn't say a word and could only let the imperial doctor deal with the wound.

After taking the medicine, Yan Moqing stared at Jun Yanchu for a long time, with a hint of bitterness on his face. He gave the imperial doctor a few words and left Prince Yan's mansion.

When Shen Tangluo chased him out, Jun Yanchu had been seriously injured, but Gu Lian was rescued by a young man in black.

She chased her to the Imperial City Street, and looked at the endless stream of pedestrians and the noisy long street. She was afraid of hurting innocent people, so she kept calm, and a coldness gradually appeared in her eyes.

This feeling of being controlled by others was not very pleasant, so in the end, they were allowed to escape.

Shen Tangluo glanced at the void, called out a shadow guard, and ordered: "Tell the coachman to stop waiting. You go to guard the palace, so there is no need to follow."

The shadow guards received the order and left.

Shen Tangluo didn't intend to chase Gu Lian in person. She looked around, jumped up to a tall building, sat down, and called Wu Ying, "Come out to work."

After experiencing the danger last night and spending the whole night in a ghost dream, Wuying was almost dying of worry.

As soon as it came out and saw that Shen Tangluo was fine, it really felt at ease.

The little body shaped like a ball of breasts jumped lightly and landed on Shen Tangluo's shoulders. She coquettishly blinked her big resentful eyes and said, "Master, you are finally willing to let Wuying out."

It didn't notice Shen Tangluo's lowered breath, and kept complaining to Shen Tangluo: "Master, let me tell you, that brat named Hua Ling is so cowardly..."

"Huh?" Shen Tangluo lowered his eyes to look at it. Sen's cold gaze seemed to freeze a ghost to death.

Wuying immediately silenced himself, floated in front of Shen Tangluo, and asked in his soft and cute voice: "What are your orders, Master?"

Shen Tangluo threw out a bloody dagger and said coldly: "You can't go far to find someone."

She picked it up from beside Jun Yanchu, and it had the aura left by Gu Lian.

Wuying likes blood the most. He came closer and smelled it. The thick blood on the dagger dissipated instantly, and his small body gradually disappeared in front of Shen Tangluo.

"Master, don't worry, Wuying will definitely find her."
Chapter completed!