C17 (2/2)

Liu Su's movements when he got off the carriage slightly paused. When he met Ye Licha's meaningful black eyes, he muttered to himself: ”Follow me.”

”His Highness wants me to accompany him.” Ye Licha's movements did not change, her voice remained indifferent.

”Your ears are sharp. You actually heard everything so clearly?” Liu Su slowly raised his sharp brows, and his gaze deepened.

Hearing that, Ye Licha did not say anything, but a deep look appeared on his young and tender face.

Liu Su narrowed his eyes, his expression cold and frosty. ”Your Highness wants to change the medicine, accompany me to get it, when you come back, properly guard him. His body is too weak.” With that said, he stepped out of the carriage carrying the medicine chest.

Ye Licha took a deep breath, his expression as calm as water, he followed Liu Su at a steady pace.

An hour later, Ye Licha returned to the carriage and saw that Feng Mochen was curled up like a ball on a soft cushion. Her heart was moved and she immediately pulled the blanket over her body.

He sat in front of her, his dark, young eyes focused on her. Because of the excessive bleeding on his pale, paper-like face, there was a thick bandage around her wrist.

Should he stay with this person?

Her blood was also a type of rare medicine. If he could obtain her blood, would his mother be able to save him?

Thinking of that, Ye Licha couldn't help but take a step closer to Feng Mochen, slowly reaching out his hand to touch her bandaged wrist, his delicate fingers gently caressing it, the expression in his eyes deep.

Now was the best time to take action.

His other hand slowly reached into his boots, grabbing onto the dagger hidden inside tightly, he slowly pulled it out, and slowly approached Feng Mochen's body.

”Little Ye.”

Suddenly, Feng Mochen opened her eyes, saw the dagger in close proximity, and spoke indifferently.