Gu Bailu slapped Qian’er’s face hard, giving her pale face a pink tinge.
Qian’er slowly opened her eyes. “Really? Is he really going to die?”
Lu Fenying stood there with a dark face. This woman was only willing to live if he was dying?
Had it ever occurred to her that there was no way she could survive if he was dead?
Lu Fenying suddenly recoiled as he lost all strength in his body and fell to one knee. There was a sharp pain in his chest, and blood started to flow out even more intensely.
Gu Bailu hurriedly took Qian’er from his arms. “Qian’er, open your eyes and look. He’s dying. The man who has never knelt before is now on his knees in pain.”
Qian’er struggled to turn around, only to see Lu Fenying half-kneeling in a pool of blood. His tall and strong figure didn’t look threatening any longer.
“Master, is there still hope for my baby?” Sorrow flashed in Qian’er’s eyes, but she still asked the question resolutely.
“Yes, there is.” Gu Bailu took Qian’er into the cottage. “Witch doctor, lift the curse on my disciple. She’ll live now.”
In fact, Gu Bailu knew very well that if Lu Fenying really died here, neither she nor Qian’er would live, to say nothing of Qian’er’s baby.
The old lady now regarded Gu Bailu as her only hope, so she did everything Gu Bailu asked.
There was no way that the old lady didn’t have a cure for the curse – it was just a matter of whether she wanted to lift it or not.
As the old lady was lifting the curse, Gu Bailu stood up and looked outside. She saw Lu Fenying lying on the ground, with Red Wolf and the other guards supporting him.
Gu Bailu frowned. She didn’t know how Lu Fenying had learned of their identities, but now that he knew, she was certain that Feng Qingtian would be here very soon. The best moment to flee would be when everything was still in chaos. However, she couldn’t leave Qian’er here…
The witch doctor quickly lifted the curse, but Qian’er was still weak. In her weakest moment, she had used up whatever little spiritual power she had to stab Lu Fenying. Coupled with the severity of a near miscarriage, it was impossible for her to leave.
Outside the cottage, the doctor who had come with Gu Bailu was cautiously tending to Lu Fenying’s injury.
Gu Bailu looked at Qian’er, who was sound asleep, and walked out.
She was probably better at treating an injury like this than the doctor was.
She drew closer and glanced at Lu Fenying’s injury. A dagger was stuck in the left side of his chest up to the hilt. His chest was now a shocking red color.
“The crown prince has lost too much blood. He needs more blood…” said the doctor nervously. He had never treated such a bigshot before, and it just had to be for something as complicated as this.
The doctor felt that he was really unlucky today to have encountered so many tricky cases.
This was a major test of his career as a doctor.
Red Wolf said coldly, “Your Highness, I’ll fetch some of Miss Qian’er’s blood.”
Since it was blood they needed, there was nothing better than Qian’er’s blood, which would preserve the crown prince’s life.
The reason Lu Fenying and Red Wolf hadn’t panicked over this severe wound was precisely because Qian’er was here.
As long as she didn’t die and still had her blood, the crown prince would be fine.