Bai Ze mercilessly and swiftly pulled the dagger out from Sun Ningning’s back.
He then pressed several acupoints, and the bleeding instantly stopped.
After placing Sun Ningning on the bed behind the screen, Bai Ze immediately released her and stepped several paces back.
Ling Shuang brought forward high-quality medicine and hemostatic powder.
“Come and administer the medicine to her.” Bai Ze commanded, pointing at Xiaoyue.
Xiaoyue hurried forward with swollen eyes, wiped her tears, took the medicine, and attempted to feed a small pill into Sun Ningning’s mouth.
Her fingers touched Sun Ningning’s lips, but she couldn’t force the pill in.
Sun Ningning’s teeth were clenched tightly, the pain causing her to tremble even while unconscious.
Sweat dampened her forehead and the tip of her nose, her small face deathly pale, yet her lips remained vividly red.
“Young mistress, young mistress, please open your mouth. Once you take the medicine, the doctor will come!”
Xiaoyue anxiously tried to pry it open with her other hand, but Sun Ningning remained tightly clenched, not even a sliver of an opening between her teeth.
Ling Shuang stood behind Bai Ze, holding medicine in one hand and water in the other, staring down at the ground.
Bai Ze originally intended to wash his hands, but upon hearing Xiaoyue’s sobbing, he glanced irritably at Sun Ningning on the bed.
He coldly uttered, “Sun Ningning, take your medicine!”
Xiaoyue trembled at Prince Qin’s fierce tone, but her young mistress obediently parted her lips slightly.
“Young mistress, are you awake?”
Sun Ningning showed no awareness, let alone responded; only her lips parted slightly, and her jaw relaxed.
Overjoyed, Xiaoyue immediately fed her the pill.
She then carefully fed her the water handed by Ling Shuang, sip by sip, while Sun Ningning swallowed unconsciously throughout.
Seeing this, Bai Ze frowned.
So obedient?
Sun Ningning drifted in and out of consciousness, her body aching and cold.
“Bai Ze…”
Perhaps because her jaw had loosened, Sun Ningning began to murmur.
Her voice was soft, but Bai Ze and Ling Shuang, with their internal energy and proximity, heard it clearly.
Xiaoyue also heard it, her heart aching as she began to sob quietly again.
Bai Ze, who had been about to leave to wash his hands, paused and turned to look.
He wondered what this woman, who could truly be considered his cousin—the second young lady of the Sun family—would say?
Sun Ningning softly called “Bai Ze” several times.
Then came “Xiao Ze,” “darling,” “A’Ze”…
Bai Ze’s expression gradually darkened, while Ling Shuang wished she could go deaf on the spot.
Xiaoyue felt both distressed and embarrassed, desperately wanting to cover her young mistress’s mouth.
The pill quickly took effect, and Sun Ningning felt her consciousness floating, the pain in her body seemingly numbed.
The System in her mind frantically called out to her, but she couldn’t hear it clearly. Hazy and unwilling to respond, she let it clamor.
Her consciousness sat in an endless darkness, with only a faint light around her.
And there she curled up in a corner.
Her fingers traced the ground, over and over.
“Xiao Ze”
“I really like you”
“I came for you…”
“…only for you.”
Trapped in her consciousness, Sun Ningning drew and murmured, completely unaware that her words were being spoken aloud.
Heard clearly by the very subject of her affections.
Bai Ze was struck by the blunt confession, his face turning unusually grim.
He glanced at Sun Ningning, who was still trembling in agony, and the image of her turning to embrace him, resolutely blocking the dagger, flashed before his eyes once more…
Having spent two lifetimes shrouded in gloom, he only wavered for a moment before his expression turned cold.
In his previous life, they all claimed to love and care for him, yet in the end, they took everything from him.
The Great Wizardry only he could master; his blood and bones; his sincere heart, his unwavering dedication to the country and its people…
What did it bring him?
Hah.
If he were still moved by such sympathy ploys in this life, he might as well die again right now!
Bai Ze coldly instructed Ling Shuang to report any developments at any time.
He turned and left without a hint of mercy.
His face was stern, with traces of blood still smeared across his cheek. The fragmented aura of slaughter on this nearly perfect face was breathtakingly beautiful.
Wherever Bai Ze walked, several waiters and idle onlookers hastily made way, while the trembling shopkeeper approached with a bowed back.
“This humble one greets His Highness Prince Qin. Your Highness, you see…”
Bai Ze waved his hand impatiently and said indifferently, “Send the bill to the Prince’s residence.”
The shopkeeper wiped his sweat, averting his gaze from the corpses filling the room, and bowed repeatedly with utmost respect.
Last month it was Old Li’s misfortune, and this month it’s his turn!
Why hasn’t this god of slaughter been punished by the Emperor and banished to the borderlands yet!