"Princess! Princess! You must never disturb the emperor again!" He chased after him and shouted repeatedly.
The eldest princess turned around and said, "Don't worry, I'm not going to scold the emperor brother, but I want to apologize to him. It was me who misunderstood him and made him even more sad. I must admit my mistake to him face to face." "
Ye Tingxuan breathed a sigh of relief and let go of the big stone in his heart, but he still advised: "Princess, don't go. The emperor just wants to be alone now. If you apologize to him at this time, you will only disturb him. "
The eldest princess thought that it was right. The emperor's brother used to have such a temperament. He liked to be alone when he encountered troubles and didn't see anyone. It wasn't until he met Ning'er that this withdrawn temper gradually improved.
Now that Ning'er is gone, the emperor's brother has relapsed again.
"Oh, it would be great if Ning'er was here. Brother Huang will only be happy when he sees her. Tingxuan, tell me where is Ning'er? Is she okay?"
The eldest princess looked up to the distant horizon, feeling lost and worried.
At the same time, there were others who were thinking about Shen Ning just like her.
Young Master Qianmian was rescued by the Master of Zixiao Pavilion, but due to his serious injuries, he soon fell into a coma.
Chu Shaoyang made a deep sword mark on his right arm. He lost a lot of blood. The tendons in his left hand were severed. His face was pale and he was unconscious.
Seeing his miserable state, the black-clothed disciples were furious and asked Master Zixiao Pavilion who had hurt the young master like this. They must avenge the young master.
The master of Zixiao Pavilion waved his hand and asked everyone to retreat.
He sat in front of the bed, took out a few pills and fed them into Young Master Qianmian's mouth. He watched him swallow them and then felt his pulse, frowning deeply.
He had lost a lot of blood, and he would slowly recover as long as he took good care of himself. Although the sword wound was deep, it would heal soon after applying the highly effective gold wound medicine, but it was only the tendons that were severed that made him feel very troublesome.
He studied poisonous hidden weapon mechanisms intensively, and he only knew a little bit about medical skills, not proficient at all. However, no matter how advanced his medical skills were, he also understood that once the tendon of the hand was severed, the arm would be useless.
Young Master Qianmian is the adopted son he adopted since childhood. For more than ten years, he has devoted almost all his efforts to this adopted son, and even taught him all his skills. He can be ruthless to anyone, but only But I can't let go of my adopted son.
Seeing his adopted son's left hand being crippled, he felt very complicated. He didn't move for a long time, just like a stone statue.
After taking the medicine, Mr. Qianmian slowly woke up from his coma.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the master of Zixiao Pavilion, and he shouted excitedly: "Father!"
He was about to sit up, but when he raised his body, he found that he had no feeling at all in his left arm. He was horrified and shouted again: "Father, I... what's wrong with my left hand? Why can't I move it? Is it mine? The injury can’t be cured? Foster father, tell me, is my left hand useless?”
The Master of Zixiao Pavilion stared at him with a complicated look in his eyes, wondering whether he should tell his adopted son the bad news.
Even if he didn't tell, the adopted son would definitely know, but if he knew, he would probably not be able to withstand this blow because he was always proud and arrogant.
"My left hand, my left hand!"
Young Master Qianmian shouted in panic.