Behind the screen, Feng Ye Xuan’s stubborn figure could still be seen.
It was this figure, clearly injured and his consciousness somewhat hazy, yet still kneeling ramrod straight.
So obstinate!
A stifled feeling rose in her chest, almost making her spit up blood again.
Granny Cui grew anxious, supporting her and turning to stare at the figure outside the screen, gently coaxing, “Your Highness, just tell the Venerable Master one thing, that you will never let Chu Qian Li hurt you again, alright?”
Feng Ye Xuan remained silent, the taste of blood filling his mouth, but his face remained expressionless.
“Your Highness, your body and hair are gifts from your parents. Chu Qian Li injuring you will not cause her pain, but the Venerable Master will be pained!”
Feng Ye Xuan still did not speak.
But the palm hidden in his sleeve slowly tightened.
Did the dead woman truly feel no pain after hurting him?
Had she completely forgotten about him in her heart?
“Your Highness, why must you be so stubborn? Just tell the Venerable Master one thing, that you will never let anyone hurt you again, can you?”
“When others hurt you, do they carry any burden in their hearts? When you are heartbroken, despairing, does that person feel even a shred of empathy with you?”
“Your Highness, if she truly had you in her heart, how could she help other men gang up against you? Think about it!”
Feng Ye Xuan closed his eyes, the bloodstain at the corner of his lips finally unable to be held back, slowly trickling down.
The dead woman’s heart held no place for him.
Her heart held no place for him…
“Your Highness…”
“You don’t need to persuade him! This unfilial son’s heart only holds…”
Suddenly, Hua Rong’s expression changed, and she shot to her feet.
What had she seen?
Her son, who was invincible and unstoppable, was now falling straight to the ground!
“Xuan’er!”
Hua Rong shoved Granny Cui aside and rushed out.
Feng Ye Xuan had already collapsed on the ground, his eyes tightly shut, blood flowing from his lips, completely unconscious.
“Your Highness!” Granny Cui was also startled!
She hadn’t expected that he had been enduring it all night!
“Your Highness… Liu Jin… Leng Ji! Leng Ji! Quickly call Liu Jin over, Your Highness has fainted! Quickly!”
…Liu Jin was not far outside.
When His Highness returned, he could tell that His Highness’s complexion was very wrong.
But Madam was angry, and His Highness was being punished to kneel. He wanted to go in but was driven out. No matter how worried he was, he was helpless.
He feared that His Highness would not be able to hold on, so he had been guarding outside.
Hearing the commotion in the room, as soon as Granny Cui called out, Liu Jin pushed the door open and barged in.
Feng Ye Xuan had fainted, blood continuously flowing from his lips.
“Liu Jin, what exactly is wrong with him? This injury… it’s not serious! Why has it become like this?”
Hua Rong, after all, was someone who had practiced martial arts for many years. She knew the extent of her son’s injuries.
That was why, even though she saw her son vomit blood twice, she still made him kneel on the ground for training.
This injury was not severe enough to this extent!
But why had it become like this now?
Liu Jin was taking Feng Ye Xuan’s pulse.
His expression was grave. He quickly took out a silver needle, tore open Feng Ye Xuan’s robes, and began to administer acupuncture.
Hua Rong looked uneasy, “Liu Jin, what exactly…”
“Madam, His Highness’s heart is injured, severely injured. He was harmed by his own internal energy. His heart meridian is damaged, and the stagnation is difficult to relieve. His life is in danger at any moment.”
“What?”
Upon hearing this, Hua Rong’s vision darkened, and she almost fell.
Feng Jin Rui, who had rushed over upon hearing the news, saw her swaying figure and quickly went to support her, “Mother…”
“Get out!” Hua Rong glared fiercely at Feng Jin Rui at this moment.
Her unvented resentment instantly focused on him: “You demon! You are not my son! Get out! Go as far away as you can! Never let me see you again! Get out!”