"Your wounds are very deep. Even if they don't catch up, you will fall to the ground due to excessive bleeding. I don't want to be implicated by you." She was not afraid at all as she faced him with open eyes. There was not the slightest bit of woman's bashfulness in her gaze.

He let go and ripped off his clothes, revealing the long and deep cut. The bone could be seen from the depth of the cut, obviously, the person who attacked him wanted to kill him, but he dodged the cut and missed the cut.

"... "We're in trouble." Gritting his teeth, he forced the words out and tilted the wound toward her.

"..." This person was saying such words at this time!

He reached out and took the bottle. Then he turned his head and sprinkled the Golden Sore Medicine on the blade bit by bit.

"Hiss .." He was in so much pain that he sucked in a mouthful of cold air. Large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. The sweat slid down from the corner of his eyes and entered his face under the veil. One could vaguely see his handsome face under the gauze.

"Hiss!" At this time, he heard a sound. He opened his eyes and saw that Lian Si Yue was squatting in front of him, taking off a piece of cloth from his robe and wrapping it around his injured body.

The eyes behind the gauze were focused on her, but she was still cold as ice and didn't have the slightest bit of discomfort. It was as if she was doing all of this just to not be implicated, but even he was curious about her calmness.

"Alright, let's hurry up and go. Those people might soon realize that something is amiss." The carriage had already turned into another path, and Lian Si Yue had already finished bandaging him up, so she raised her hand to stroke her hair as she spoke.

He got up, as if he had something to say. In the end, he only looked deeply at Lian Si Yue, and then flipped over the car and got off, just like when he had arrived.

Lian Si Yue looked at his disappearing back — —

He was Feng Ye, the current Eighth Prince. The person that Su Madame wanted to meet the most, she actually saw him ahead of time, so —

A faint smile appeared on her face. She had become the eighth prince's savior. When she returned to the capital, there would be a time where she could use him.

Along the way to the county courthouse, Chiang's carriage just happened to arrive. The three of them got off the carriage one after another, and Chiang held her hand intimately as they walked in together.

After the Chiang led Lian Si Yue and the others to greet them, they found their respective seats and sat down, quietly waiting for the Eighth Prince to come.

An hour later.

"The eighth prince has arrived!"

Following which, Feng Ye's figure appeared in front of everyone under the escort of all the guards.

He had already changed his clothes. He was dressed in a narrow red robe with a golden coiling dragon on each shoulder. He wore a crown with two dragons on it, as well as a jade belt at his waist.

He exuded an unruly and unruly aura. The dazzling smile on his lips made people unable to open their eyes. It was as if his entire body was isolated from the world, making it impossible to tell that he had been injured.

To think that there would be such a peerlessly beautiful man in this world. Everyone was stunned by what they saw, and only after a long while did they regain their senses and kneel on the ground, exclaiming in unison:

"Long live Your Highness."

Feng Ye's eyes contained a light smile, his gaze wandered around, and finally landed on Lian Si Yue's body. He stayed there for a moment, and Lian Si Yue quietly knelt, pretending to know nothing.