Shen Zhaoyu held his breath, his face was already pale.
Outside the Changle Palace, Li De'an came to remind him several times, but Dongmei stopped him outside the gate of the side hall.
Dongfang Jing glanced back at the bucket of blood, it was still far away from half a bucket, but there were almost a dozen bowls of blood. She frowned and looked at Shen Zhaoyu, then gave Dongmei a look.
Dongmei was a little unconvinced, she originally wanted to watch Shen Zhaoyu pay for her life.
Dongfang Jing stepped forward slowly, shook her head helplessly and said, "What are you still doing? Even if Shen Zhaoyu is really going to die, she can't die today! Forget it, her right hand is useless anyway, so let her live!"
"Master..." Dongmei pouted.
Dongfang Jing shook her head firmly.
Dongmei knew that she couldn't make sense, so she stomped her feet helplessly, walked quickly to Shen Zhaoyu's side, took the gauze, pressed her wound, and stopped the bleeding for her.
After Shen Zhaoyu's wrist was bandaged, Yingyue untied the cloth strip stuffed in Shen Zhaoyu's mouth.
Shen Zhaoyu immediately broke free from the shackles, limp body, grabbed Dongfang Jing's sleeve, her eyes were scarlet, and said ruthlessly, "Zhongli Wanyun! You will regret it! I swear, you will definitely do what you did today!" I regret it!"
Dongfang Jing didn't bother to pay attention to her, she got up resolutely, lifted the bucket half full of blood in front of her, and walked slowly to the Gong bucket behind the screen...
Shen Zhaoyu fell to the ground, looking at her in horror, "What are you doing?! Don't you want to use my blood to lose to Concubine Le?!"
"The imperial concubine has such a vicious heart, why do you think that your blood can be used to save people? Heh..." Dongfang Jing sneered, then lifted the lid of the Gong bucket, then pinched her nose, and put the blood in the bucket in front of Shen Zhaoyu's. She fell face down, then looked back resolutely, and said coldly, "Your blood can be used as flower fertilizer! It's too dirty to save people!"
"Dongfang Jing! You! Do you know what you are talking about?!" Shen Zhaoyu was so anxious that she almost called out Dongfang Jing's real name!
Dongfang Jing frowned in displeasure, then gave Dongmei a look, and said, "Dongmei, the imperial concubine lost a lot of blood and became dizzy. Send her back to Zhaoyang Palace to rest! This is a mere little girl." The Changle Palace cannot afford her a big Buddha!"
"Yes!" Dongmei nodded, and walked quickly behind Shen Zhaoyu.
Shen Zhaoyu only felt numbness in her back and cold sweat dripping down her body, "You...you...what are you going to do..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Dongmei raised her hand and slashed at her neck!
Shen Zhaoyu only felt that his eyes went dark, and he passed out completely!
When Dongfang Jing came out of Changle Palace, Emperor Ning had been waiting outside for a long time.
"Princess Gong, how is Concubine Le?" Emperor Ning asked anxiously.
Dongfang Jing glanced at Shen Zhaoyu, who was unconscious behind her, and said with a smile, "Return to Your Majesty, thanks to the noble concubine's righteous action, Le Concubine is fine, and she can get out of bed after a few more days of recuperation. It's just that the noble concubine I've lost too much blood, I'm afraid I need to rest for a month, otherwise...or my body won't be able to recover."
"En." Emperor Ning nodded, "Come here, take the noble concubine back to Zhaoyang Palace!"
"Yes." Li De'an responded, hurried forward, and took Shen Zhaoyu from Dongmei.
"Your Majesty..." Dongfang Jing suddenly called out, hesitant to speak.