C28 Your royal highness

"Your wounds are very deep. Even if they don't catch up, you will fall to the ground due to excessive bleeding. I don't want to be implicated by you." She was not afraid at all as she faced him with open eyes. There was not the slightest bit of woman's bashfulness in her gaze.

He let go and ripped off his clothes, revealing the long and deep cut. The bone could be seen from the depth of the cut, obviously, the person who attacked him wanted to kill him, but he dodged the cut and missed the cut.

"..." "We're in trouble." Gritting his teeth, he forced the words out and tilted the wound toward her.

Lian Ruyue opened the bottle of Golden Sore Medicine and handed it over to his uninjured hand, saying, "Men and women can't understand it. You can do it yourself."

"?" This person was saying such words at this time!

He reached out and took the bottle. Then he turned his head and sprinkled the Golden Sore Medicine on the blade bit by bit.

"Hiss ?" He was in so much pain that he sucked in a mouthful of cold air. Large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. The sweat slid down from the corner of his eyes and entered his face under the veil. One could vaguely see his handsome face under the gauze.

After finally applying the medicine, he closed his eyes and rested on the carriage.

"Hiss!" At this time, he heard a sound. He opened his eyes and saw Lian Yue squatting in front of him. After he tore off a piece of cloth from his robe, he helped him bandage the place where he was injured.

The eyes behind the gauze were focused on her, but she was still cold as ice and didn't have the slightest bit of discomfort. It was as if she was doing all of this just to not be implicated, but even he was curious about her calmness.

"Alright, let's hurry up and go. Those people might soon realize that something is amiss." The carriage had already turned into another path, and even Ru Yue had already finished bandaging it for him. She raised her hand to stroke her hair as she spoke.

He stood up as if he had something to say. In the end, he only gave Lian Ruyue a deep look before he flipped over and got out of the car as he had arrived.

Lian Ruyue looked at his gradually disappearing back ? ?

He was Feng Ye, the eighth prince of the current dynasty. The person that Madam Su wholeheartedly wanted to meet was actually someone she saw before her, then ?

A faint smile appeared on her face. She had become the eighth prince's savior. When she returned to the capital, there would be a time where she could use him.

Along the way to the county magistrate, Madame Jiang's carriage just happened to arrive. The three of them got off the carriage one after another, and Madame Jiang affectionately held her hand as they walked in. The merchants who had received invitations also arrived one after another.

After Lady Jiang led Lian Ruyue and the others and greeted them one by one, they found their designated seats and sat down. They quietly waited for the Eighth Prince's arrival.

An hour later.

"The eighth prince has arrived!"

Following which, Feng Ye's figure appeared in everyone's line of sight under the escort of all the guards.

He had changed his clothes. He was dressed in a narrow sleeves with a red collar, a gold coiling dragon on each shoulder, a black gauze crown with two dragon beads, and a jade belt around his waist.

He exuded an unruly and unruly aura. The dazzling smile on his lips made people unable to open their eyes. It was as if his entire body was isolated from the world, making it impossible to tell that he had been injured.

To think that there would be such a peerlessly beautiful man in this world. Everyone was stunned by what they saw, and only after a long while did they regain their senses and kneel on the ground, exclaiming in unison:

"Long live Your Highness."

Feng Ye's eyes were filled with a faint smile as his gaze scanned the surroundings. In the end, it landed on Lian Meng Yue's body. He stopped for a moment; even Ru Yue was quietly kneeling, pretending to know nothing.