Chapter 36 – A Servile Nature (1/2)

Jing Rong weakly whispered in Ji Yunshu’s ear.

His entire body was limp, but he still tried to act brave.

Ji Yunshu’s hands felt like they were on fire as she struggled to support him. Her fingers unknowingly tightened around him.

The weight of his body gradually caused her knees to buckle. Finally, she gritted her teeth and pressed on a part of Jing Rong’s waist. He, who was on the verge of falling to the ground, suddenly stood tautly.

The distance between them shrank to a paper-thin distance as Ji Yunshu’s ear flattened against Jing Rong’s strong chest. She could hear the cadence of his heartbeat. At that instant, his heartbeat seemed to magnify many folds, making a deep drumming sound in her ear.

But, this was not the time for her to blush.

“You… Hold on. I’ll carry you, so don’t move.”

She used everything she had to support him, but when it came to moving forward, she could not take a single step.

How about she just let go of him, so he could fall and “break into pieces”.

The thought crossed her mind for a moment and was very sinister.

‘That won’t do!’

“Your Highness!”

Like the sound of Providence, a voice was heard not far away.

Lang Po was first alarmed by the corpses. Soon after, he rushed in and caught sight of his Prince in an ambiguous position with Ji Yunshu, causing his brain to short-circuit.

“What are you standing there and looking dumb for? Hurry up and take your Prince.” Ji Yunshu’s tone was heavy.

Lang Po was a strong man, so he was far from being delicate and attentive like a girl. He roughly separated the two of them and took over from Ji Yunshu in supporting his master. He was ready to bring Jing Rong back into the hall.

“Where are you going? Put him down.” Her voice was urgent and her expression grave.

Lang Po obeyed her without hesitation, laying the unconscious Jing Rong on the freezing ground.

In a second, Ji Yunshu was squatting next to Jing Rong and tearing her sleeves into a long strip.

After a moment, she grabbed Jing Rong’s tattered sleeve and ripped it away, tearing it until his wound was clearly exposed.

His arm was dyed in black blood!

Lang Po cried out in alarm, “His Highness is injured?”

‘Hey fellow, are you blind? Your Prince is unconscious. If he’s not injured, did you think he was sleeping?’

At this moment, Ji Yunshu could not be bothered to explain the situation to him.

She used the long strip made from her sleeve and made a tourniquet1 around 10cm above his wound in order to slow down the spread of the poison.

When she was done, she raised her head and looked at Lang Po. “There’s strong liquor beside the memorial tablets on the offering table. Hurry and go get it for me.”

“Yes sir.” His servile nature had kicked in! Lang Po ran into the house and found the strong liquor without needing to search for it. He rushed back and delivered it to Ji Yunshu.

Ji Yunshu took the jug and poured the alcohol into her mouth. Then, she sprayed the rest on Jing Rong’s wound. In a flash, the blisters on his wound burst, releasing its contents with a sizzling sound. It was very like the bubbles in a cola bottle, except the color was similar to a dark energy drink.

Lang Po, who was clueless about Ji Yunshu’s treatment, watched helplessly in worry. Not waiting for him to react, Ji Yunshu restrained Jing Rong’s arm with both of her hands, before leaning over him. She started to suck out the poison from his wound.

As she sucked out the black blood, she spat it out and repeated the same steps more than ten times before she stopped.

Her mouth was now covered with black blood. Although it was clearly a cold winter night, Ji Yunshu’s brow was beaded with sweat.

Lang Po asked nervously, “Teacher, how is his highness?”

Ji Yunshu replied, “He was exposed to Shiban poison. The effect is very fierce. Fortunately, the poison didn’t seep into his bones. He won’t die.” Then, she grabbed the jug and stood up before quickly adding, “Hurry and bring him into the house.”

“Yes sir.” Once again, Lang Po’s servile nature resurfaced. He obeyed Ji Yunshu and brought Jing Rong into a small room that Ji Yunshu pointed to. Then, he put Jing Rong onto the bed.

Meanwhile, Ji Yunshu went into Fu Bo’s room with the jug of alcohol and used the same method to temporarily treat Fu bo.

Following that, she navigated the shelves of the memorial hall to find several raw medicinal materials. She hastily compounded them into a medicine which she spread on Jing Rong’s and Fu Bo’s wound. After that, she bandaged both of them up.

If she was a bit slower in treating their injuries, only death would have awaited them.

After being busy the whole time, her legs weakened from tiredness. She cracked her neck and took in a few deep breaths.