Feng Fuce gently held her hand.
"Don’t worry," he said calmly and assuredly, "There’s nothing wrong."
For so reason, hearing his soothing words made Bai Zhi’er feel much more at ease.
Thinking of this, she leaned her head on Feng Fuce’s shoulder.
When traveling, most of their ti was spent on the road in a carriage.
The two of them leaned against each other like this.
Bai Zhi’er was accustod to this way of being, and besides Feng Fuce, she couldn’t be this close to anyone else.
"Brother Fu Ce, it’s a good thing you’re here. Yesterday, father told again that he dread of my mother. He said she was standing silently under a big tree, watching him with tears in her eyes."
"I almost cried with him at the ti, but thankfully father didn’t notice. He asked if mother was in so trouble. I told him no, that she would be back soon."
The eyes, always clear and innocent, now filled with sadness and gravity.
"I must succeed the Heavenly Dao and protect what mother wanted to hand over to . I also want to clear the na for the good Demons."
Feng Fuce gently tightened his embrace around Bai Zhi’er’s shoulders.
Turning his head slightly, he replied softly over her head, "You definitely can."
After a while, Bai Zhi’er got sleepy and fell asleep leaning against him.
In a daze.
She felt a cool fingertip gently brushing away the stray hair from her temples.
Bai Zhi’er seed to hear Feng Fuce say —
"Just keep moving forward, I will bear all the thorns and mud on this journey for you."
...
In a few days, she was going to leave the Capital with Mo Yanchi to paint along the Long River.
So Bai Zhi’er specifically ca to the Wen Mansion today to see if anything needed arranging.
But as soon as she entered the Wen Mansion, she heard the anxious voice of a scholar —
"Should we take him to the doctor?"
Imdiately followed by a weak response: "No need, it’s a small matter, going to the doctor would probably cost a lot of silver."
"But you’ve lost so much blood."
Bai Zhi’er quickly walked toward the courtyard where the voices ca from.
In the courtyard, a scholar’s right hand was covered in blood, his sleeve soaked through!
He was sitting on the ground, surrounded by two classmates.
Bai Zhi’er was shocked: "What happened?"
"The Princess is here!" The two scholars were flustered and, upon seeing Bai Zhi’er, seed to have found their pillar of support.
They hurried forward: "Yan Tongguang cut his hand while pruning branches, but he refuses to go to the dical clinic."
At this mont, upon hearing the news, Jun Kuang also hurried over with two Attendant Students.
Normally, when Bai Zhi’er was not around, he was the one helping to manage the Wen Mansion.
Bai Zhi’er imdiately stepped forward, squatted down, and disregarding the injured scholar’s bleeding, she placed her fair hand on his pulse.
After a mont, Bai Zhi’er frowned: "He must be taken to the dical clinic, this wound is not small, it can’t be delayed!"
With that, she tore a piece of cloth from the hem of her skirt and quickly bandaged the injured scholar.
Even though the dripping blood stained her beautiful, clean silk dress.
Bai Zhi’er’s delicate fingers were also stained with blood.
She didn’t mind the dirt and chaos at all, she only wanted to save the person wholeheartedly.
Jun Kuang stood beside her, slightly stunned.
Bai Zhi’er instructed one scholar to carry the injured one on his back, and the other to help support him.
"Use my carriage!" Bai Zhi’er urged them, taking them together to the dical clinic by carriage.
Jun Kuang quickly mounted his horse and followed.
When they arrived at the dical clinic, the doctor examined the injury and said it required golden sore dicine for bandaging.
Upon hearing this, the injured scholar’s face turned even paler than before.
"No bandaging, no bandaging," he hurriedly tried to get up and leave.
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