After Being Kidnapped by the Crown Prince

Chapter 81

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The blood stains on the ground gradually turned from bright red to dark black, and the room was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Mingzhu's whole body was cold and still shaking. She lowered her eyes and looked at her fingers that had been washed clean by water. She regained her composure and raised her sleeves again. Her clear light-colored shirt was stained with large chunks of blood. She was wrinkled. Mei, said seriously every word: "I still need to change clothes."

The pain in Zhao Shi's chest was severe, his face was whiter than the dead, and large beads of cold sweat slid down his chin and down his collar. He took a breath of cold air, endured the intense pain, and covered his chest with one hand to suppress the blood that was still seeping out, but soon the blood flowed out from between his fingers.

He stood up staggeringly, opened the door, and asked someone to find a new set of clean clothes for Mingzhu.

Manager Lin was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, "Your Highness, please don't move again."

The blood is flowing more and more, and the imperial doctor hasn't been called yet. What should I do if something happens to me

Zhao Shi didn't seem to hear, and continued: "Bring in another bucket of hot water."

After saying this, Zhao Shi sprinkled more than half a bottle of hemostatic medicine on the ferocious flesh and blood, and then simply bandaged it with gauze.

The bleeding barely stopped.

He sat on the edge of the bed, closed his eyes tightly, raised his fair and slender neck slightly, and looked very painful between his eyebrows. The powder stained the wound, like droplets of hot oil spilled on it. He gritted his teeth hard so that he didn't make a sound.

He took several deep breaths and gritted his teeth in silence for a while before the severe pain gradually subsided.

Zhao Shi slowly took off his clothes and changed into a thin snow-colored lining.

The hot water was ready. Mingzhu took the clean clothes and walked behind the screen like a wanderer. She took off her blood-stained dress and sat in the bathtub to soak for a long time. The water was almost cold, but she still No intention of getting up from inside.

Across a screen, Zhao Shi asked in a low voice: "Zhuzhu, are you okay?"

Mingzhu didn't seem to hear his words, she was quiet and didn't make a single sound.

After a while, she finally couldn't smell the smell of blood on her body, so she got up from the tub, changed into new clothes, and slowly walked out from behind the screen.

Zhao Shi walked up to her with a pale face, his eyes fell on her, and he saw that she had fastened several buttons on her blouse wrongly. He held her hand, led her to the bed, and asked her to first Sat down. Then he had the patience to help her re-button her clothes one by one.

Mingzhu looked up at him, her foggy vision gradually clearing. She seemed to recognize him, her eyes were a little confused. She slowly raised her hand and put five fingers on the place where she had stabbed him just now. She pressed hard. Pressing down lightly, she saw the man in front of her frowning in pain, his face getting paler.

Zhao Shi did not stop her movements, he looked at her silently and indulged her movements.

His expression was actually ugly. She didn't hold back the knife she stabbed, and the tip of the knife almost penetrated his chest. It was Zhao Shi who could bear it, but if it had been anyone else, he would have fallen long ago.

The red bloodshot eyes under his eyes seemed to be so swollen that they were about to flow out of his eyes. Zhao Shi silently swallowed the rusty smell rising in his throat and said, "I'm not dead, and you didn't kill anyone."

Mingzhu nodded dully, hugged her body tightly and didn't want to say anything.

The temperature on Zhao Shi's body was getting higher and higher, as if he had a fever. He couldn't hold back his consciousness, so he forced himself to say to her, "Go to sleep. You'll be fine when you wake up."

Mingzhu was not sleepy at all. She was not sleepy at all. Her eyes were looking at the dagger that fell on the carpet, her face was lowered, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Zhao Shi's fingers caressed the side of her face, his thumb curled up little by little, and he retracted it helplessly, but

The imperial doctor came from home overnight. Manager Lin hurriedly took him outside the house and knocked on the door nervously, "Your Highness, the imperial doctor is here."

After a long time, there was no sound inside.

Mingzhu looked at the man lying on her lap, as if he had fallen asleep or fainted.

She poked his waist with her finger, but the sleeping man didn't respond.

Mingzhu stared at his face without saying a word. His expression was probably the gentlest when he was sleeping. There was no heaviness between his eyebrows and eyes that she could not see through, nor was there an indifferent look in his eyes or a cold voice.

Taking a closer look, you can see that her skin is delicate, her eyelashes are long, her nose bridge is straight, her roots are extremely long, her lips are thin, and her lip shape is somewhat prettier than others.

Her long, thick hair lay lazily on her back, her figure was thin, and her clothes were somewhat empty.

Mingzhu's eyes were wet. She didn't really want to kill her. When she stabbed her for the first time, she did feel relieved. After years of resentment, I suddenly found an outlet to vent.

She relieved her hatred and wanted to take back her hand.

But Zhao Shi didn't give her this chance. He held her hand tightly and stabbed the knife deeper inside. He kept saying those words in her ear to stimulate her.

Mingzhu thought Zhao Shi was crazy.

He's really crazy.

Just an absolute lunatic.

People outside were anxious.

Manager Lin didn't dare to rush in and knocked on the door again patiently, "Your Highness?"

After waiting for a while, the room was still quiet, with no sound at all.

Manager Lin couldn't wait any longer and opened the door without authorization. The dried blood on the ground had not been cleaned up yet, and a fishy smell hit him.

Mingzhu didn't feel surprised at all when she saw them coming in. She pointed to the man lying on her lap, "He's asleep."

Manager Lin knew something was wrong as soon as he heard it. He quickly ran over, helped Zhao Shi up from the bed, and checked his breathing. His face suddenly turned pale. This man was almost out of breath!

There was a commotion in the Prince's Mansion all night. The people below stayed awake for most of the night, and basins of bloody water were brought out from His Highness the Crown Prince's bedroom.

Ordinary hemostatic drugs are no longer effective and the bleeding cannot be stopped at all.

Mingzhu watched them busy like an outsider. She stood beside the bed helplessly, and no one had time to care about her.

The imperial doctor was sweating profusely, and the bleeding finally stopped at dawn.

Manager Lin quickly asked: "How is your highness?"

The imperial physician wiped the sweat from his face with his sleeve and said solemnly, "It's hard to say."

Manager Lin regretted it, "His Royal Highness was still energetic at first, and the injury did not look serious."

The imperial doctor said: "The knife almost hurt Tai's heart and lungs. Fortunately, the position of the knife's entry and exit was a little off. It was not serious at first, but there was too much blood. It's hard to tell now."

After a long pause, the imperial doctor hesitated and then said: "The prince's injury is not serious. Can you send someone to deliver news to the palace?"

Manager Lin shook his head, "Not yet. His Highness extremely dislikes his subordinates making decisions without authorization."

"Manager Lin, this matter is serious. If you don't tell me, I will go to the palace to report it."

Manager Lin was in a dilemma. Anyone with a discerning eye could see clearly how His Highness the Crown Prince got this injury.

It was Miss Mingzhu who stabbed me.

If word of this gets out, Miss Mingzhu will end up badly.

Manager Lin said: "It's better to wait until His Highness wakes up before making any plans."

Mingzhu originally thought she couldn't sleep, but she slept better than anyone else that night, and she no longer had nightmares about being killed by Zhao Shi over and over again.

When I woke up, it was almost noon.

There was no one in the side room. She sat up from the bed and looked out the window with empty eyes.

After staying for a while, she finally came back to her senses, walked out of the room and stood in the yard to bask in the sun.

Unknowingly, his footsteps moved to the door of Zhao Shi's room.

Steward Lin didn't sleep all night, and his hair turned a few gray. He was annoyed when he saw Mingzhu and couldn't do anything about her, so he had to walk over and said, "Princess, Your Highness is not awake yet, please go in and see her."

Mingzhu couldn't move her feet when she heard Mo's name.

"Isn't he awake yet?"

"The imperial doctor said that His Highness is not well."

Mingzhu understood, she turned around, looked at him with particularly innocent eyes and asked, "Is Zhao Shi going to die?"

Steward Lin gritted his teeth and said, "The imperial doctor said that if His Highness doesn't wake up tonight, he won't be able to wake up."

Mingzhu frowned.

Manager Lin was ruthless and pushed her into the room regardless.

The bedroom with the doors and windows closed was dimly lit, blocking out a large amount of sunlight.

There is a strong and indestructible smell of herbs inside, and the room is so quiet that you can hear breathing.

The blood stains on the ground have been cleaned up, and it seems that the tragic scene last night has never happened before.

But the dagger beside the bed was still sitting on the ground, untouched.

There were residual blood stains on the handle of the knife.

Mingzhu didn't like it here. She turned around and was about to run out, but the door was locked from the outside. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't push it open.

Mingzhu's back slowly slid down against the door, and she sat on the ground, motionless.

When her legs were numb, Mingzhu stood up again. She walked to Babu's bed and looked down at the person on the bed.

She touched his face with her hand, which was cold and without warmth.

Mingzhu glanced at the wound on his chest, lifted the gauze, and applied dark herbs to his wound.

Mingzhu felt it was really boring. She didn't want to stay here, but she couldn't get out either.

She thought she was sad, but she was not as sad as she imagined.

She was talking to herself, "Zhao Shi, are you going to die?"

"It's a scourge that lasts for thousands of years, so you shouldn't die that easily."

She is thirsty.

She poured herself a glass of water and took a few sips. The dry corners of her lips were moisturized, and then she had the energy to continue speaking, "They imprisoned you and me together."

She was afraid.

She was afraid that Zhao Shi was no longer breathing, so she would be living with a corpse.

Mingzhu's fingertips were cold, and she suddenly said: "I miss my mother so much."

I still want to return to Jiangnan.

I miss those carefree years.

She almost burst into tears as she said, "I just want to live a normal and stable life."

Don't throw away wealth or power.

Mingzhu didn't know if he could hear what she said.

She said that when she was tired, she lay down on the edge of the bed to rest. She had nothing to do and counted the eyelashes under his eyes.

I don't know how much time passed, but Mingzhu heard her stomach growl.

She hadn't eaten all day and her stomach was empty.

She touched her belly and said to the man on the bed, "Zhao Shi, I'm hungry."

She curved her lips, feeling a little aggrieved, "I think Wei Chi went too far, but he still cooked for me."