"Very good. I have been worried that you are dead. Seeing that you are not dead, I feel relieved."
Chu Shaoyang was not angry at all. Instead, he breathed out a sigh of relief, lay back on the bed and closed his eyes.
"Get him a bed and take good care of him. When I recover, I want to see him alive and kicking, not as dead as he is now." Chu Shaoyang said.
The housekeeper could hardly believe his ears, but he still dutifully agreed, had a bed brought in, and moved Young Master Qianmian onto the bed.
Young Master Qianmian did not resist, and said calmly: "Don't think that this will make me grateful to you. You asked someone to take my arm, and when I recover from the injury, I will kill you again as long as there is a chance. "
"Okay, but you must have the ability. Don't stab me like today, neither lightly nor hard. It will only hurt me, but it won't kill me." Chu Shaoyang said with his eyes closed.
Young Master Qianmian gritted his teeth and said bitterly: "If I had the same skills as before, how could you still be alive today?"
Chu Shaoyang stopped talking. He breathed steadily and seemed to have gradually fallen asleep.
The Thousand-faced Young Master was lying on the bed but couldn't sleep.
He rolled over and sat up, startling the butler.
"Stop him quickly." He directed the guards to stand between Chu Shaoyang and Young Master Qianmian.
"Your prince is not afraid, so what are you afraid of? Are you afraid that I will kill him?" Young Master Qianmian sneered and raised his lips.
The butler stared at him as if he were facing a formidable enemy, not daring to relax at all.
He didn't understand what the prince meant. Keeping an assassin by your side was like keeping a murderous weapon that could kill someone at any time.
"I won't kill him now, and I don't have the strength to do it." Young Master Qianmian said expressionlessly, looking at Chu Shaoyang.
"Hey, don't pretend to be dead, I have something to tell you."
"Say." Chu Shaoyang, who seemed to be asleep, spat out two words.
"Tell all your men to get out. I don't want them to know what I'm about to say." Young Master Qianmian glanced at the housekeepers and guards around him who were staring at him eagerly.
The housekeeper trembled again and said hurriedly: "Your Majesty, he has bad intentions..."
"I know this well, all of you should stand down." Chu Shaoyang raised his right hand.
"Your Majesty..." The housekeeper wanted to say more, but Chu Shaoyang suddenly darkened his face.
"yes."
The housekeeper's heart skipped a beat and he quickly winked at the guards and led everyone out quietly. He was still worried and kept the door open, ready to rush in and save people if Chu Shaoyang was in danger.
"Chu Shaoyang, I can't tell. Although you are a beast and a beast, your subordinates are very loyal to you." Young Master Qianmian glanced at the door and said sarcastically.
"What do you want to tell me?" Chu Shaoyang said in an impatient tone.
Young Master Qianmian stared at Chu Shaoyang, who was lying quietly on the bed without even opening his eyes.
"Why don't you kill me?" After a moment of silence, he spoke.
"If you are going to talk to me this kind of useless nonsense, then you should shut up. I don't want to waste energy recuperating." Chu Shaoyang's tone was flat and had no ups and downs.
Young Master Qianmian stared at him for a while, then slowly said, "You should know that I missed the target with my sword today on purpose."
What
The housekeeper who was waiting outside the door to eavesdrop trembled all over and opened his eyes in disbelief.
This assassin really dares to talk nonsense!