novelraw Chapter 289 It's alright, Master
Chapter 289 It's alright, Master
Chapter 289 It's alright, Master
"Host, the male master has arrived!" Xiao Yuan shouted excitedly in Sang Qing's ear.
Just as Sang Qing was about to give up, the tightly closed door was finally pushed open, letting in a sliver of hazy sunlight.
Following Xiaoyuan's directions, Shiying found the secluded cabin. When he opened the door, the strong smell of blood mixed with the intoxicating incense made his heart clench.
His gaze locked onto the frail figure on the bed, and he staggered over to her.
Excessive blood loss combined with the torment of the medication had already left Sang Qing somewhat disoriented. She bit her tongue tightly, trying hard to make out who it was.
Upon seeing this, Shi Ying quickly put her hand into Sang Qing's mouth, saying, "I am the master, Shi Ying."
Shi Ying's palms were damp as she saw the gruesome wound left by the dagger on Sang Qing's leg. Most of her skirt was stained with blood, and the ends had oxidized to a dark red.
Even though Xiaoyuan had already told him what had happened, the shocking scene before him still made his heart clench with pain.
He carefully pulled Sang Qing into his arms, his shoulders trembling with fear of losing her.
"It's alright, Master, it's alright, I don't mind, I know."
Shi Ying's eyes reddened, and she sobbed uncontrollably, "Don't hurt yourself. You're the most important person. Your well-being is the most important thing."
Nothing else matters.
He couldn't bear to see Ah Wan leave him again.
He knew that Awan had her own principles, but he couldn't bear to see her hurt herself like that.
Once Sang Qing confirmed that it was indeed Shi Ying, she relaxed and no longer needed to hold back, letting herself nestle into his arms.
The familiar touch is like a refreshing spring that quenches thirst.
Sang Qing tilted her head back, her lips touching Shi Ying's chin. "There's still half the potency left."
Shi Ying looked at Sang Qing's dazed eyes, then at Jun Chenli who was unconscious on the ground. She took off her coat, covered Sang Qing with it, and picked her up in her arms.
They hurried to the palace gates, where Shi Ying led Sang Qing to her hovercar and sternly ordered You Fei and the others, "Don't let anyone get close."
Manzhu, who arrived a step later, watched Shi Ying leave with Sang Qing in her arms, her eyes filled with ruthlessness and her fists clenched tightly.
The car windows were closed, cutting off any view of the outside world.
"Master, here's some medicine." Xiao Yuan handed the medicine to Shi Ying and immediately logged off.
Shi Ying turned on the car's heater, took off Sang Qing's dress, which was already soaked in blood, and quickly and gently applied medicine to her.
The medicine Xiaoyuan gave was excellent; the pain was numbed, and the burning desire in her bones became even more pronounced. Sang Qing couldn't help but move closer to the only cool spot, calling Shi Ying's name through teary eyes.
Amidst a faint smell of blood, Shi Ying gently wiped away the bloodstains from Sang Qing's body with her hands.
"Wan, slow down, I'll do it. Be careful not to hurt your leg."
Shi Ying tenderly held Sang Qing's restless legs still, lowered her head and lightly kissed Sang Qing's shoulder, but did not go along with it because of Sang Qing's eagerness.
Sweat beaded on her forehead from enduring the pain, and as Sang Qing's pearly teeth fell, a suppressed groan escaped her throat.
Not forgetting to give the softest cushion to Sang Qing, he placed his hand behind Sang Qing's head to relieve the discomfort caused by the cramped space.
Even with limited resources, he was unwilling to make Ah Wan feel uncomfortable, even though the position was not comfortable for him.
……
That night, chaos erupted in the palace as a young major general stormed in and took Sang Qing away.
Her Majesty the Empress, who had already gone to bed, was furious upon hearing the news.
By the time Admiral Curry arrived with his men, everything had already happened, and he could only try to deal with Shi Ying on her behalf.
Afterwards, Shi Ying rushed Sang Qing to the largest central hospital in the capital overnight.
Shi Ying carefully cleaned Sang Qing's body, changed her into a soft satin dress, and gently placed her into the treatment chamber.
The female lay peacefully in the treatment chamber, her long eyelashes like butterfly wings, her jade-like face still pale and weak, like a porcelain doll that might shatter at any moment.
Shi Ying touched Sang Qing's sleeping face through the glass, her eyes filled with tenderness and pity.
At dawn, Shi Ying called Xiong Da to guard her, then turned to face what he had to face. "Guard her well. If the madam wakes up and asks, just tell her I went to the palace and that she doesn't need to worry."
Xiong Da sensed the sharp and cold aura surrounding Shi Ying and couldn't help but worry. He opened his mouth, but finally nodded heavily, "Yes."
……
When Sang Qing woke up, it was already afternoon.
She was dry and comfortable, and had changed into clothes that were styles she had never worn before; they must have been bought on short notice.
Apart from feeling a bit weak, I felt fine anywhere, and I could still use my mental energy.
My leg is mostly healed and I can walk again, but because the injury was so severe, I need a second treatment to prevent scarring.
She learned everything that had happened from last night until now from Xiong Da and Xiao Yuan.
Shi Ying injured so many royal guards and secret agents, so naturally she had to be punished.
Renoir was also arrested for dereliction of duty and allowing Shi Ying to enter the palace.
When she woke up, it was too late, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
Sang Qing didn't know what had happened in the palace. All she knew was that when Shi Ying returned, she was covered in blood, almost half dead, and even the power of the contract was flickering slightly.
Unfortunately, the treatment pod was used by himself, and there were no more slots available.
"Ah Wan, I'm fine," Shi Ying comforted her.
He wanted to touch Sang Qing's face, but he didn't even have the strength to lift his hand.
Sang Qing's eyes were as cold as snow. She grasped Shi Ying's hand, pressed it against her cheek, and murmured a muffled "hmm."
How could she be alright? She's not blind.
Shi Ying always gets hurt when she's with him.
Xiao Yuan mixed the recovery potion for Sang Qing, unable to contain her indignation, "This is too much! What kind of empress is this? We should just replace her!"
Sang Qing was taken aback.
What was originally a casual complaint from Xiaoyuan was taken seriously by Sang Qing.
She had never thought about this question before.
Now that Queen Phil has been replaced, who will become the next queen?
Is Jun Xinyue happy?
Sang Qing thought of that steaming cup of hot cocoa, and a cold indifference filled her eyes.
At night, Sang Qing stood alone on the hospital rooftop, gazing at the sea of neon lights woven at the foot of the capital.
A cool breeze lifted her flowing long hair, and the beads in her hair made a crisp sound like shattered jade.
The light in my eyes was as calm as the night, and my thoughts drifted away on the wind.
A white figure flew down from the sky and landed on the railing, transforming into a handsome young man dressed in white who sat on the railing.
Bai Xiao lowered her eyes and smiled gently, "What's troubling you, Healer? Would you like me to help you relax?"
"Although flying is prohibited in the capital city, it's not impossible to challenge the rules for the sake of Healer."
Sang Qing glanced at Bai Xiao, then at the sky, and remained silent for a moment.
After a long pause, he shook his head and said, "No need."
After watching the night view with him for a while, Bai Xiao asked, "Would the healer like to hear my story?"
Sang Qing turned her head again and looked at him.
Bai Xiao smiled, but didn't immediately talk about her own affairs. Instead, she reached out, trying to catch a wisp of wind, and said to herself, "This winter is colder than usual. I wonder if it will snow?"
"If it snows, the world will be covered in silver, with jade trees and flowers in full bloom. It must be very beautiful."
"Haven't you ever seen snow?" Sang Qing asked, somewhat puzzled.
“I’ve seen it, but it was when I was very young, in the Seventh District.” Bai Xiao’s gaze fell on the contrasting bustling scene below, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. “My hometown is mostly Gobi Desert, which turns into a vast expanse of white and nothingness in winter.”