At this critical moment!
The arrow actually shot straight into the shoulder of the servant holding the target!
The servant instinctively tried to dodge, but couldn’t avoid it!
He fell to the ground in an instant, and those around exclaimed in shock.
Wei Zian was momentarily stunned.
Then he feigned surprise and raised his voice: "Third Young Master, you’ve hit someone!"
The people practicing archery nearby all looked at them suspiciously.
Bai Yaoyu immediately frowned and hurried forward to examine the servant’s injury.
The sharp arrowhead was deeply embedded in his shoulder.
The servant gritted his teeth in pain, cold sweat streaming down.
Bai Yaoyu immediately ordered coldly, "Quickly, call a doctor!"
Wei Zian’s friends gathered around, looking anxious—
"It seems like a serious injury!"
"Indeed, the arrows shot by the Third Young Master are always fully drawn."
"Luckily, it didn’t hit a vital spot, or his life would be in danger!"
They discussed amongst themselves.
Wei Zian made a pretentious clicking sound from the side.
"It’s just a servant, even if the Third Young Master killed him, would he really have to take responsibility?"
Bai Yaoyu turned around, staring sternly at him: "Stop talking nonsense. I’m here to practice archery, not to hurt people."
Wei Zian quickly waved his hands: "That was careless of me, don’t be angry, Brother Yaoyu."
Saying this, a gloating expression flickered in Wei Zian’s eyes.
This Bai Yaoyu, how terribly unlucky!
Wei Zian sighed: "Let’s do this, I’ll have my followers settle things with the owner of the archery range, so they won’t spread any rumors."
"After all, many people saw the Third Young Master practicing archery and injuring the servant holding the target."
"If word gets out, it might harm Brother Yaoyu’s reputation. After all, Brother Yaoyu’s archery skills are remarkable. How could such a mistake happen?"
"If someone in the neighborhood speculates maliciously that Brother Yaoyu deliberately injured people for fun, as a friend, I’d feel greatly troubled."
Bai Yaoyu stood up, his lips pressed tightly.
"I had no intention of injuring anyone. I don’t care what others say."
Wei Zian feigned admiration: "Brother Yaoyu is upright and honest, naturally unafraid of others’ gossip."
Saying this, he spat inwardly—
He acts righteous! Just wait until I bribe people to spread rumors, let’s see how Prince Kang deals with you!
At this moment, Zhi’er approached with tiny steps, pattering over.
"Third Brother, is the injured person seriously hurt?" The little one tilted his head, observing through the gap.
His big eyes were bright, full of curiosity.
Bai Yaoyu turned and quickly picked up Zhi’er, moving a bit further away.
"He’s alright, but if you look, you’ll be frightened. Be good, Zhi’er, come with Brother to the other side, we’ll wait for the doctor."
Zhi’er nodded his little head.
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"What’s this..." He couldn’t help but bend down and reach out to take it.
But it turned out to be a gleaming dagger!
"A knife!?" The noble young master was startled.
Before they could react, the guilty servant leapt up, snatching the dagger from the young master’s hand.
To protect himself, he began to wield it wildly, intending to fight his way out and escape!
Wei Zian had not expected the wounded servant to counterattack.
He couldn’t dodge in time and was slashed by the servant’s dagger above his eyelid!
Blood gushed immediately, covering his left eye’s vision.
Wei Zian shouted in pain, and his friends cried out, "Assassin! There’s an assassin! Someone come quickly!"