The voice was sinister and bone-chilling, causing anyone who heard it to have goosebumps and feel panicked.
Yet Yun Jinnian appeared relatively composed.
She couldn’t understand why she wasn’t that scared.
"Don’t worry, I won’t scream. Can you please move the sword away first?"
The figure remained unmoved.
Yun Jinnian took a deep breath and continued, "I can smell blood on you. You’re injured, and it’s serious!"
Then, slowly turning around, she was astonished to see the man in black before her.
He held his sword as he heavily fell backward.
Yun Jinnian stood rooted to the spot for a while.
Why is he here? These things never happened in her dreams!
But at that moment, Yun Jinnian dared not hesitate. He was the Prince; he couldn’t die in her house, and especially not at the Yuan Family.
She tried to pull the Prince up a few times but couldn’t move him at all.
An arrowhead was stuck in his chest, bleeding. The blood had already soaked through his cotton jacket.
It was fortunate that it was winter, as his thick cotton jacket had prevented the blood from dripping onto the ground where it might have been discovered by others.
Without any hesitation, Yun Jinnian quickly searched her sewing basket for scissors, placed the oil lamp on the ground, and cut open the Prince’s clothing.
This exposed the wound.
The arrow had embedded itself deeply. After a careful examination, Yun Jinnian was relieved to find it hadn’t hit any vital parts of the heart. However, if not treated promptly, he would undoubtedly die.
She had no medicine for injuries, nor things like silver needles.
What should she do now?
Yun Jinnian was getting anxious.
If she could save him, she could consider having a powerful support.
She swiftly checked all of the Prince’s hidden pockets, finding a Jade Pendant, silver notes, a Token, a purse, a porcelain bottle, poison-coated silver needles, secret weapons, and daggers!
Upon opening the porcelain bottle, she discovered the best golden sore medicine.
Overjoyed, Yun Jinnian grabbed the silver needle, washed it quickly with tea water, wiped it with a handkerchief, and rinsed it again until all the poison was removed from the needle.
Kneeling beside the Prince, Yun Jinnian pulled out some cotton from his jacket for later use.
Yun Jinnian took a deep breath, continually reassuring herself, "Yun Jinnian, don’t be scared. You can do this, you definitely can. After the New Year, you’ll be eleven. You can definitely do this!"
She used the cotton to clean the blood around the wound, then heated the dagger over the oil lamp. She swiftly inserted needles to alleviate the Prince’s pain, cut the wound open with the heated dagger, and pulled out the broken arrow.
Blood splattered all over her face in an instant.
Droplets were warm and carried a foul stench.
He wasn’t just injured; he had been poisoned!
Yun Jinnian inhaled sharply.
She quickly wiped the blood clean with the cotton, poured the golden sore medicine onto the wound, and swiftly inserted a few more silver needles to stop the bleeding.
As the needle was inserted, the bleeding stopped.
Yun Jinnian turned around and used a handkerchief to wipe the blood from the edges of the wound. She found a clean white undergarment, cut it into strips with scissors, and tried to bandage him, but she was too weak to lift him up.
Yun Jinnian bit her lip.
Call for help? But whom?
In Niannian Garden, the only person she truly trusted was her wet nurse.
Just as Yun Jinnian was about to get up, the Prince caught her wrist, "Where are you going?"
His voice was still cold but carried a hint of weakness.
"I want to bandage you, but I don’t have the strength to help you sit up. I am going to call the wet nurse for help!"
"No need, just help me a little, I can sit up," said Chu Yu, as he slowly sat up.
Because of the effort, his chest began to bleed again.
Yun Jinnian hurriedly supported him, "Slow down, take it slow!"