Why is there blood?
Chuzheng examined his wrist closely. The external wounds had almost healed, which proved the treatment was effective, so why would he vomit blood? Could he still consider himself a good person after causing someone to vomit blood?
“Where do you feel uncomfortable?” Chuzheng asked him.
Li Tang was somewhat delirious, leaning against Chuzheng’s embrace, his face deathly pale and unable to speak.
Chuzheng carefully recalled everything she knew about Li Tang, but there was no mention of this. It only said that he was tortured by Young Master Song, that he had escaped…
So why Li Tang would vomit blood, she had no clue.
Li Tang’s clothes at the neckline were somewhat open, and the blood had soaked the edges of his shirt, spreading continuously.
Chuzheng pulled the clothing aside, exposing his shoulder.
The piercing wound she had seen before was now seeping blood, not just from the shoulder but also from the knee.
Chuzheng laid him down, lifted the trouser leg, and rolled it up over the knee.
The wounds on the shoulder and the knee were nearly identical…
“Hey,” Chuzheng said, bracing herself against the bed and leaning over to call to Li Tang, “how did you get these wounds on your body?”
Sweat poured down Li Tang’s forehead, and he was completely unable to answer her.
Chuzheng felt irritated.
So annoying!
Just finish it off!
–
Li Tang felt as if he was being roasted over a fire, his bones seemed to be burning, and he didn’t know how long it was before he felt a bit better.
He wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids were heavy, and he just couldn’t open them.
His body felt as if it was being pressed down by something, his breathing was uneven, and his limbs were stiff.
Suddenly jolting awake, Li Tang opened his eyes and stared at the mosquito net above his head.
This was not the dark, dirty, damp prison cell infested with mice.
The room was filled with a faint fragrance.
Where was he?
Li Tang’s memory was a bit scrambled, and it took him a while to remember that a woman had saved him.
Li Tang turned his head, taking in the room—it was the same one from before.
His clothes were in disarray, the collar open, showing his chest and shoulders marked with numerous scars.
Li Tang silently straightened out his clothes, the pain in his shoulder making it impossible for him to get up.
Only at this moment did he truly believe that he had left that cell, that place that was like a nightmare.
That person was also dead.
“Creak—”
Li Tang looked towards the door and saw the girl in a light-colored dress, carrying a tray. Their eyes met as she gently said, “You’re awake.”
She closed the door, set down the tray, and walked over to the bed: “Hungry?”
Li Tang shook his head, but his stomach betrayed him with a rumbling sound.
Chuzheng turned and brought the tray over: “Eat, it’s still hot.”
He had not eaten for two days in the dungeon and was incredibly hungry. Li Tang was silent for a moment, trying to sit up, but after several failed attempts, he was covered in sweat.
He lay back down, shaking his head; he was not going to eat.
It seemed to be only then that Chuzheng realized the situation and reached out to help him up, pushing chopsticks into his hand.
Leaning against Chuzheng, his back resting against her warm, soft body, Li Tang could see her fair side profile, glowing with a clear halo, as if it were touched with a glimmer of light.
He stared at her for a few seconds, then looked away.
Li Tang’s fingers trembled, completely unable to hold the chopsticks steady.
He stared at the food in front of him, feeling very hungry, but unable to eat.
“Eat,”
the person behind him urged.
How could he eat!
Li Tang felt a senseless rage, threw the chopsticks aside, and shifted his gaze elsewhere, acting like a petulant child.
“Miss…,” King’s Account felt that if it didn’t remind her, she would play the Good Person Card to death, “He can’t eat by himself now.”
Chuzheng: “…” So you mean to wait until he can eat by himself?
“…” Is that normal thinking? “Can’t you just feed him?!”
Chuzheng: “…” I’m not his mother, why should I feed him!
“Can’t you just pretend to be his mother?
I don’t have such a grown son.
“Now you do! Hurry up and feed him, Miss, if he starves to death, you’ll have to rewind and start over. You’ve come so far, do you want to go back and do it all over again? You don’t, right? If you don’t, then be a good person! We must be a good person, a good person, a good person!!”
Chuzheng: “…”
Resigned, Chuzheng picked up the spoon and fed it to Li Tang’s mouth, coldly commanding, “Eat.”
Li Tang frowned, didn’t open his mouth, and Chuzheng suddenly pinched his chin, forcibly feeding him.
“Cough, cough, cough…” Li Tang choked. Was she trying to kill him?
Chuzheng patted his back, fed him again, but before Li Tang made a move, she was already planning to pinch his chin once more. Li Tang hurriedly opened his mouth.
Chuzheng fed a spoonful, and Li Tang took a bite; however, Chuzheng speeded up the feeding until Li Tang’s cheeks were bulging.
After Li Tang finished eating, he was drenched in a cold sweat and looked at Chuzheng with anger in his eyes.
He had not noticed himself, but since leaving the dungeon, he now showed emotion, he showed vitality.
“How did you get the injury on your body?”
Li Tang knew what injury she was referring to. He looked down and spoke for the first time, “Devil-Vanquishing Nail.”
The young man’s voice was hoarse, as if he hadn’t spoken for a long time, and it faintly carried a hint of resentment.
Chuzheng’s mind was full of questions—what was a Devil-Vanquishing Nail? She had never heard of it! This was off the script!!
After a moment, she calmly asked, “How can it be removed?” No matter what it was, removing it was the right thing to do!
The young man shook his head: “It can’t be removed.”
“Why not?”
The young man’s eyes once again fell into dead silence, just shaking his head without saying a word.
He seemed to be trapped in his own world, no matter what Chuzheng said, there was no response.
Chuzheng stuffed him into the quilt, walked back and forth on the spot, with the word “trouble” written all over the backdrop.
–
“This is the place!”
Li Tang was awakened by the noise. The flames outside the window flickered, nearly lighting up the entire room.
Chuzheng stood in front of the window, it was half-open, watching what was happening below.
The shopkeeper was talking to the person leading the group below, seemingly trying to stop them, but the group aggressively entered the inn.
Then, other inn guests were driven out, and someone was coming towards her room.
Chuzheng closed the window, turned back, and glanced at Li Tang.
Li Tang gripped the quilt, silently staring back at her.
“Open up! Come out!”
“The person inside, come out!”
Chuzheng walked to the door, casually took the coat hanging on the chair, and put it on.
Creak—
Chuzheng opened the door; the corridor outside was full of people holding torches, all from Song Family.
“That’s her!” One of the group pointed at her, “I saw it, the murder weapon is hers, she killed Young Master Song! She’s the killer!”
Chuzheng’s indifferent gaze swept to the person accusing her, the very same thief she had encountered earlier.
The thief, upon meeting Chuzheng’s gaze, inexplicably felt a chill down his spine and hid behind the crowd.
“You wretched woman, how dare you murder our Young Master!” the people from Song Family said furiously.
“Do you have proof?” Chuzheng crossed her arms and asked calmly.
“This is the proof!” The person threw the bloodstained Spiritual Artifact in front of Chuzheng.
The Spiritual Artifact hit the wooden floor, making a dull thud.
“Someone saw you purchase this sword with their own eyes, and our Young Master died from this murder weapon.” The speaker pointed at the thief, “He also saw you near the crime scene, if not you, who else could it be!”