Wen Ruhua screamed in pain. When he felt that cold object stab deeper into his body, he screamed even louder.

  “Miss, w-what’s wrong?” Yue Lan started awake. Ning Shu said coldly, “Light the lamp.”


  Wen Ruhua had collapsed on the ground groaning. He was terrified. When he heard Ning Shu’s voice, he cried weakly, “Cousin, it’s me. Save me.”


  Ning Shu pretended that she didn’t hear Wen Ruhua’s voice and acted as if she had only noticed Wen Ruhua when Yue Lan lit the lamp. By that time, Wen Ruhua was already lying in a puddle of his own blood and his face was unsightly pale.

  “Aaah!” Ning Shu screamed as shrilly as she could and immediately broke the silence of the night. As the dogs in the village started barking, the quiet night started getting lively.

  “Cousin, why is it you? What’s wrong? Please don’t scare me.” Ning Shu forced herself to squeeze out two drops of tears while acting like she was too afraid to touch Wen Ruhua. She really was afraid— of getting her hand dirty with blood.

  “Cousin, I’m so sorry, I thought it was a thief. What do I do?” Ning Shu looked completely flustered.

  Wen Ruhua was scared and angry. He felt like his life was draining away with his blood. When he heard the main culprit just standing there and talking without moving at all, he felt so much hatred that he could barely breathe.

  “Go get a doctor,” said Wen Ruhua weakly. His lips were already starting to turn purple.

  Ning Shu immediately said, “Alright, alright. Just wait, I’ll go look for a doctor right now.”


  “There are herbs to staunch bleeding in the courtyard. Get some for me.” It took Wen Ruhua a lot of strength to say these words.

  Ning Shu seemed completely out of it and asked, “Cousin, should I get the doctor first, or find the herb for you first? I don’t know much about herbs, what does it look like? What if I grabbed something that caused bad blood clots? Oh no, Cousin, you’re bleeding so much!”


  Wen Ruhua really wanted to just kill this wretch.

  “Little beauty, what happened? I heard your scream all the way over at my house.” He Dahua walked over with a bunch of villagers following behind him.

  Ning Shu hastily said, “Hurry and take a look at my cousin. He’s badly wounded.”


  He Dahua glanced inside the tent, then instructed the villagers. “You, go look for the doctor. The rest of you, carry Mister Wen onto his bed.”


  “Help me over to get the herbs first.” Wen Ruhua had to struggle hard to speak. He Dahua said mildly, “Then you guys, carry him over to get herbs first.”


  Once Wen Ruhua grabbed the herbs, Ning Shu put some in her mouth and chewed it before pressing it onto Wen Ruhua’s wound. Yue Lan helped chew up the herbs as well. It was so bitter that her face scrunched up.

  He Dahua didn’t seem to care about Wen Ruhua’s condition much. He lifted his caterpillar-like brows and asked, “How did he get injured inside your tent?”


  Ning Shu’s face filled with unease and guilt. “I didn’t do it on purpose. It was just, Cousin came into my tent in the middle of the night. When I heard noise, I thought it was a thief so I pulled out my self-defense sword.”


  “Tsk tsk…” He Dahua clicked his tongue in disapproval. “Anyone that visits a woman’s room in the middle of the night definitely harbors bad intentions. Would any true upright nobleman do something like this? He’s always flaunting the fact that he’s the son of a nobleman and has a nobleman air, but he acts like a complete rapist. If a person like this is a nobleman, I must be blind.”