Doted By The Regent King

Chapter 1520 - 1458: Miss, Does It Hurt?

The mansion next door to Changqing Residence was eerily quiet, but if you observed carefully, shadows would be flickering in the dark, and a certain room was brightly lit as if it were daylight.

"Miss, the Ghost Doctor is currently treating the lord. You also need to take care of your wounds." Yuan Ye looked at Wufu, still wearing that blood-stained clothing, and then at her pale face, and couldn’t help but frown.

"It’s alright, I’ll wait a bit longer." Wufu stared at the bedroom; she needed to confirm he was okay.

"Miss, Xue Dizi is truly strange. The lord consumed the top-tier Detoxification Pill personally crafted by the Ghost Doctor with rare medicinal herbs, making him immune to all poisons, but such a thing... If the miss also falls, someone needs to make decisions." Yuan Ye advised.

Wufu frowned slightly and said, "Then you keep watch first, and I’ll go tidy myself up."

Yuan Ye nodded.

Wufu turned and left without hesitation, Yuan Ye pressed his lips watching her back, sighing lightly. The person the lord protected with his own body should not ruin herself.

Moreover, his earlier words weren’t alarmist, the lord’s coma was quite strange. If Wufu were to fall, who would take charge of this situation?

Thinking of this, Yuan Ye suddenly paused. Unconsciously, had he already acknowledged Wufu as one of the masters? Since when?

Since the lord handed over the personnel of Nanyue to her? Or from daily interactions? Or perhaps, today, during this assassination attempt when she desperately protected the lord?

Yuan Ye pressed his lips, no longer dwelling on it. No matter what, she was the person the lord cared for deeply, and also their partner.

...

"Hiss, um..." Wufu lay on the bed, frowning in pain.

Jadeite’s hand trembled slightly holding the handkerchief, her eyes reddened, looking at the crisscross of knife and sword wounds on this body’s back, even her heart trembled.

Just looking at that blood-stained clothing on the ground, it was hard to imagine how fierce the assassination scene was. Even Jadeite and Mo Lan weren’t as miserable as this.

On the side, Hongyu’s little face turned pale, trying hard to prevent her teeth from chattering.

She glanced at the copper basin on the small table, the blood had already dyed the water red, turning it into a basin of bloody water.

Hongyu couldn’t help but clench her fists.

"What? Are the wounds very deep?" Wufu noticed Jadeite’s movements paused, and couldn’t help but turn her head to ask.

Jadeite forced back her tears, re-twisted the handkerchief, gently wiped her back, and asked, "Miss, does it hurt?"

Wufu chuckled: "Your miss is made of flesh and blood too; how could it not hurt?"

"Then why did you..."

"At the time, the situation was urgent, the opponent came at us wave after wave fighting a relay battle, and there were two top-ranked assassins." Wufu said blandly, "If we didn’t fight desperately, we would’ve perished in that Maple Forest, truly buried there."

Jadeite sighed lightly, saying: "Fortunately, these wounds aren’t too deep, no bones visible, otherwise, you would be in more pain!"

"Seems like that mischievous heaven is still on my side!" Wufu said self-mockingly with a smile.

But Jadeite couldn’t laugh. Even if the wounds weren’t deep, these wounds would likely turn into scars. A woman’s body is precious; those noble ladies make a fuss over scars as small as a fingernail, let alone hers.

"Hongyu, get the medicine chest." Jadeite said.

Hongyu brought over a large red wooden box, opened it, revealing various injury medicines and regular medicine pills, all crafted by the Ghost Doctor.

Jadeite carefully applied the medicine to her, layer after layer, with gentle movements. The miss might not care about a woman’s skin and appearance, but she had to care for her.