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His body was covered in the blood of the assassin. Being close to him, a strong smell of blood surrounded him. Naturally, this was also one of the reasons why Xia Yuhan deliberately avoided him.
However, if Cang Yile knew what Xia Yuhan was thinking, he would definitely be furious and go back to his residence to sulk. He might even let jealousy consume him...
Fortunately, Cang Yile was unaware of Xia Yuhan's true thoughts.
Thus, Cang Yile quietly soaked in the clear stream. Xia Yuhan held the reins with one hand while staring blankly at the stream stained red by Cang Yile's blood with the other.
In the past, she always felt that her goals were clear. She knew who she wanted to deal with and what she wanted to achieve. But at this moment, after such an incident occurred, her heart began to feel chaotic. She even felt a bit flustered.
Xia Yuhan found it hard to distinguish whether it was Jiang Tingyu's appearance that had disturbed her mind or Cang Yile's presence.
Originally, her intention was to keep the secret of her Treasure Chest no matter what. She vowed not to use any modern weapons inside it unless it was a matter of life and death. Yet in the end, she had broken that promise because of the two of them.
Now she even doubted whether what she did was right.
In any case, she increasingly found it difficult to see clearly the relationship between herself, Jiang Tingyu, and Cang Yile.
Xia Yuhan stared blankly at the lake surface stained with blood. However, after a long time, the water still remained blood-red...
This shouldn't be happening. The water here is flowing; logically, the blood on Cang Yile's clothes should have been washed away quickly. Yet now, the blood in the lake showed no signs of dilution.
Could it be that Cang Yile was injured?
Suddenly realizing this, Xia Yuhan snapped back to attention and noticed that Cang Yile in the water had a pale face. His brows were occasionally furrowed as if he were enduring something.
"Your Highness, you are injured." After initially determining that Cang Yile was hurt, Xia Yuhan's mind went blank. She dropped the reins in her hand and jumped into the lake.
"Don't come over, woman," Cang Yile commanded from the water.
But it was too late for him now because Xia Yuhan had already swum to his side and grabbed his hand, pulling him toward the shore.
"Cang Yile. You really don't care about your life. You're injured and you won't even make a sound. If you keep bleeding like this, you'll die, do you understand?"
Faced with Cang Yile's resistance, Xia Yuhan became anxious. She shouted at him in a fit of emotion.
It was precisely because of this shout that Cang Yile felt Xia Yuhan's concern for him. He could see her worried eyes fixed on him without a moment's distraction.
Then Cang Yile cooperatively climbed up the shore with Xia Yuhan. He initially thought he could stop the bleeding in the water. But he was wrong. The injury seemed to be more serious this time. Moreover, the wound had been exposed to water.
Cang Yile did this mainly because he didn't want to worry her.
Once on the shore, Xia Yuhan didn't care that she was soaked. She hurriedly checked his wounds.
Only then did she discover that there was a large gash on his abdomen. The wound looked extremely terrifying. It appeared to be a slash wound. If he hadn't managed to stop the bleeding in time, he would likely have already bled to death.
"Your Highness, why didn't you say anything when you were injured? Do you think you're made of iron? If you were to die because of someone like Xia Yuhan, how worthless would that be?"
At this moment, in Xia Yuhan's eyes, he was no longer just a discarded prince but her comrade.
Indeed, after experiencing a life-and-death battle together, their relationship became even closer.
Although Cang Yile was in pain, he couldn't help but laugh out loud, and it was a laugh filled with happiness: "Isn't Yu Han concerned about This King? This King is very happy. Wasn't it clear from the beginning? This King came to save the woman he loves, not just for someone like Xia Yuhan..."
Xia Yuhan deliberately avoided Cang Yile's captivating gaze. She pulled out a dagger hidden on her person and tore off a long strip of cloth from her own clothing, squeezing out the water before carefully bandaging Cang Yile's wound.
"Your Highness, we've only met a few times. How can there be any mutual affection? Why should I, Xia Yuhan, be so close to you? It's only because we are both pawns being used by others. We need to help each other and fulfill our own needs."
Cang Yile watched carefully as Xia Yuhan bandaged his wound, his expression as if he had never had anyone bandage his wounds before in his life. Suddenly he spoke: "So what if we're pawns? Who says pawns can't have feelings for each other? Can't..."
"Your Highness." Xia Yuhan timely interrupted him. "Your wound is infected and it's serious. We need to hurry to Xia Yang Village to get medicine; otherwise, it will leave lasting effects later on. Also, Your Highness, don't you have any common sense? Wounds shouldn't be exposed to water easily."
At this moment, Cang Yile's heart raced. In truth, this injury meant nothing to him at all; that's why he hadn't paid much attention to it. But he didn't expect that Xia Yuhan would scold him over the issue of his wound.
More importantly, they were not discussing the issue of wounds right now.
"Yu Han. This King knows this. This King just liked you a moment ago..."
"Your Highness, you have a fever. Perhaps your mind is muddled. Yu Han won't hold it against you."
Cang Yile: ...
Who would have thought that the once-dominant Evil Master Zhangmen, whose name struck fear into anyone who heard it, could be scolded by a woman to the point of being speechless...
However, if Xia Yuhan knew Cang Yile's true identity, would she still treat him this way?
Cang Yile had no idea.
At this point, only when they reached Xia Yang Village would this woman be willing to show her true colors. But the injury was on him; he didn't care. Why should an outsider care?
It would be better to talk about romance and life’s big matters.
But Cang Yile swallowed these words back down.
It seemed that to please her, he would have to wait until next time.
During this time, Xia Yuhan noticed Cang Yile's expressions were very complex—sometimes he smiled wickedly, sometimes he frowned in frustration, and sometimes he blinked at her, which made her find it amusing.
His feelings for her were genuine. She, Xia Yuhan, was not a wooden person; how could she not feel it?
Even if she was somewhat dull in matters of the heart, she wouldn't be foolish enough to miss the fact that even an emperor of a nation was willing to give up everything and risk his life to help her.
She just refused to admit it all along, mistakenly believing it was merely her illusion.
Now that Cang Yile had admitted it himself, Xia Yuhan was even less willing to face it.
There are some things she didn't want to bring up. If she did, it would only make their interaction awkward.
Looking at Cang Yile's repeated hesitations, Xia Yuhan helped him up from the ground and said, "Your Highness, Yu Han has no future. There are countless people who want to kill Yu Han. Right now, Yu Han doesn't want to talk about these things."
She finished without giving Cang Yile a chance to respond and continued, "Your Highness, we need to hurry to the town and find a carriage to Xia Yang Village. It's urgent to treat your injury. This wound cannot be delayed. It was already serious, and now that it's been soaked in water, it's even worse. If Your Highness still doesn't want to protect yourself, then life and death will be left to fate."
Cang Yile's mouth twitched slightly. Did this woman have to be so harsh? Wasn't he doing this just to keep her from worrying?
"That's not true. Weren't you just focused on killing enemies?"
"Since Your Highness values your health so much, why not get on the horse quickly? We need to leave here as soon as possible."
The once invincible Cang Yile, who made everyone tremble at his name, found himself completely at a loss when facing just one woman...
Why could This King conquer the entire martial arts world but not a mere Xia Yuhan? He couldn't even implement a plan to win her over.
Thinking of this, Cang Yile couldn't help but frown in frustration: "Fine. This King knows a shortcut to Yang Village. This lake used to lead to Xia Yang Village over a decade ago. So as long as we don't take the road and walk along the shore, we can get there."
"Riding a horse may not be good for your wound, but walking for a long time isn't beneficial either. I wonder how long it would take if we relied on our legs alone to reach Xia Yang Village. Also, the river flowing through Xia Yang Village has dried up. How could the water in this lake possibly flow through Xia Yang Village?"
Cang Yile stopped talking and focused intently on Xia Yuhan. His deep-set eyes captivated her attention: "This King was once chased and escaped along this lake to reach Xia Yang Village. So Yu Han, you should trust This King. If This King deceives you, it will be This King who suffers in the end. Besides, if we walk along the shore, it will take half a day."
Xia Yuhan's gaze shifted and finally landed on Cang Yile's wound, her voice filled with concern: "Your Highness, can you hold on for half a day?"
"Of course I can. Don't forget who This King is."
Xia Yuhan shot him an annoyed glare: "Let's go. There's no need to waste breath boasting."
"Ah ha! You dare speak so casually with This King? Are you secretly planning to marry This King?"
Xia Yuhan: ...
Xia Yuhan took a few steps and noticed that no one was following her anymore. Feeling uneasy, she turned around to look. To her surprise, Cang Yile was comfortably lying on the shore, resting with his eyes closed.
"Prince, what's wrong with you?" She called out but received no response. She tried again, but still no answer. Xia Yuhan decided to be more direct.
"Cang Yile, what's going on? Why aren't you walking?"
"This King is an injured person," he replied. "Did Yu Han not just hear me bragging?"
Xia Yuhan: …
Taking a deep breath, Xia Yuhan tried to calm herself down. "Cang Yile, are you expecting me to carry you?"
"Pfft. With your build, do you think you can carry This King?"
"Then what do you want to do?" She thought to herself that he couldn't possibly want her to kiss him before he would move.
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