Uncle Lin’s face changed.
Outside, Xie Jingchen helped a man walk inside.
The man’s face was as white as paper, and with every step he took, there was a bloody footprint.
Uncle Lin stepped forward to support him, saying, "How did he get so seriously injured?"
"Quick, call a doctor!" Mrs. Tang shouted.
The servant said, "Soone has already been sent to call one."
Su Jin looked at the man’s injuries; by the ti the doctor arrived, he would be dead.
"Help him into the room, I’ll bandage his wounds," Su Jin said.
In the Dongxiang Marquis Mansion, apart from Xie Jingchen and Xingxing, no one knew Su Jin was highly skilled in dicine.
Hearing this, Uncle Lin was a bit startled, but Xie Jingchen was already helping Uncle Li towards the small couch.
There was an Arhat Couch over there, and Xingxing moved the small table away, turning it into a small couch.
The man lay prone on the small couch.
With a ripping sound.
Xie Jingchen tore open the clothes on his back, revealing the wound.
The wound was very deep, and blood was flowing continuously.
Xie Jingchen knew he couldn’t stop the bleeding, so he quickly brought him back to the Dongxiang Marquis Mansion.
Xie Jingchen didn’t know Su Jin was here, but he knew Su Jin was looking for Su Yang on the street, so he had the Hidden Guard go to the street to find Su Jin.
The wound was too deep, and Xingxing took out the needle and thread from her bag.
The thread used was the strongest Sky Cloud Thread.
Thin and strong.
Su Jin took the thread and helped Uncle Li sew up the wound, saying, "Feed him two hemostatic pills."
Xingxing’s dicine bag only had one hemostatic pill, but there were more in the Dongxiang Marquis Mansion.
The servant quickly brought one.
Su Jin quickly finished sewing up the wound, then sprinkled hemostatic dicine on it, pressing it down with gauze.
Soon, the gauze was soaked through with blood.
Su Jin discarded the gauze and continued to sprinkle hemostatic powder on the wound, pouring half a bottle, covering the wound, and pressing tightly to maximize contact between the powder and the wound to activate the dicine.
It took a full quarter hour for the bleeding to stop.
The wound on the back was the most severe; the other wounds were minor, and Su Jin only applied dicine powder and had Xingxing press them, not having ti to bandage.
Now that the bleeding had stopped, Su Jin began bandaging each wound.
Her fingers, as white as scallions, were dyed red with blood, and the maid brought a copper basin, and when she dipped in the fingers, the water turned red.
Uncle Li was injured too severely this ti; it would take two or three months to recover fully.
Uncle Lin stood to the side, shocked by Su Jin’s skilled handling of the wounds; such severe injuries couldn’t possibly have the bleeding stopped.
But Su Jin stopped the bleeding right before his eyes, leaving him no choice but to believe it.
Su Jin washed her hands with soap three tis before removing the bloody sll from them.
Uncle Li was unconscious, and Uncle Lin looked at Xie Jingchen and asked, "Does the son-in-law know what’s happened?"
Xie Jingchen shook his head; he didn’t know.
But he helped kill soone without knowing.
Young Master Su went missing, and everyone who could left the Dongxiang Marquis Mansion to search, Uncle Li being no exception.
He was looking around the west of the city.
Xie Jingchen happened to be there with the Hidden Guard investigating a case, and Uncle Li knew it, having spoken a few words with him.
But not long after, Uncle Li entered the courtyard.
He was covered in blood and barely had ti to say a sentence before fainting.
"Kill him," he said.
Xie Jingchen looked up to see a man coming after him.
When the man saw Xie Jingchen, he was first shocked and then charged forward.
His shock proved he knew Xie Jingchen.
Charging forward, he underestimated the enemy.
He didn’t know the poison in Xie Jingchen’s body had been cured, and his martial arts were very high.
Uncle Li had been injured for years, and the wound hadn’t healed; his current martial arts were only half as strong as when he was young. Being able to escape alive and reach Xie Jingchen was considered lucky.
Also, if he wasn’t sure Xie Jingchen could defeat him, Uncle Li wouldn’t have dragged his family’s son-in-law into danger.
Uncle Lin looked at Xie Jingchen and asked, "Is the one who killed Uncle Li dead?"
"He was hit in a vital spot; he can’t survive," Xie Jingchen said.
The west of the city.
The close Hidden Guard of Duke Chong, Li Zhong, rode on horseback, looking around.
Seeing bloodstains on the ground, he dismounted and followed the trail.
From a distance, he saw a man lying there.
His clothes were identical to his, but drenched in blood.
Li Zhong approached him, bent over, and checked his respiration.
Very weak.
He called out a couple of tis, and the man woke up, coughing heavily.
Blood gushed out from his chest.
His hand lifted, and Li Zhong held it tightly, asking, "Who hurt you?"
"Tell , who hurt you?!" he urged.
"It was Zhen, Zhen...,"
For a long ti, he couldn’t speak clearly.
His breathing beca rapid.
"Tell the master, F- Flying Tiger...,"
With one final breath, the man’s head tilted, and he lost his life.
Li Zhong called out several tis, but no one responded.
He held the man’s hand tightly, eventually letting go.
His hand smoothed over the man’s face, closing his wide-open eyes.
Li Zhong took the man’s body back to Duke Chong’s Mansion.
Duke Chong, upon hearing the man had been killed, couldn’t recover his composure for a long ti, "Who killed him?!"
Li Zhong shook his head, "When I arrived, he was already too weak to speak."
Duke Chong’s expression was cold and heavy.
A trusted aide who had been with him for over ten years was killed, yet he didn’t know who the killer was.
Amid his fury, Duke Chong felt a sudden sense of barrenness behind him.
Li Zhong looked at him and said, "I heard from the servant that he was pursuing a man and mumbled two sentences before leaving on horseback."
"Which two sentences?" Duke Chong asked urgently.
"’It’s him,’ ’he’s not dead,’" Li Zhong said.
"Before he died, he ntioned the word ’Flying Tiger’; could he have been pursuing a Flying Tiger Army that miraculously survived?"
The Flying Tiger Army again!
Duke Chong’s face turned purple, and the hand clenched on the table was so tight that the veins on the back bulged.
These three words haunted him like a nightmare, making him unable to breathe.
Fifteen years!
It had been fifteen years.
Everyone had nearly forgotten those three words, so why had they started appearing frequently in his ears lately, disturbing his peace and making him restless?
He had dread about that flag more than once.
The flag embroidered with golden silk and silver thread.
Personally inscribed by the Emperor, it took Consort Yun a full six months to embroider the Flying Tiger Army’s battle flag!
Duke Chong closed his eyes, afraid soone might see the fear in his gaze.
After a while, he got up.
"Duke, where are you going?" Li Zhong asked.
No one answered him.
Duke Chong rode past the Dongxiang Marquis Mansion.
Looking at the gilded plaque of the Dongxiang Marquis Mansion, Duke Chong’s face was icy cold.
Thinking of the Dongxiang Marquis’s son in the palace, a hint of vengeful pleasure flashed in Duke Chong’s heart, and his expression improved slightly.
Arriving at Duke Chong’s Mansion, Duke Chong dismounted.
He went straight to Old Duke Chong’s room, where the Duchess of Chong was absent, and the maid was helping Old Duke Chong clean himself.
Seeing the maid, Duke Chong frowned, "Where’s Chunxiang?"
The maid was startled and quickly stepped aside, saying, "Two days ago, there was heavy rain, and Sister Chunxiang accidentally broke her leg trying to save the Duchess. She’s resting in her room now; the Duchess instructed to care for Old Duke."
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