The Useless Miracle Doctor Consort Is Spoiled Rotten by the Prince! Chapter 1820: 1813: The Ridiculous Father-Son Relationship

Chapter 1820: Chapter 1813: The Ridiculous Father-Son Relationship

A shadow skimmed past him, and he whistled.

Bai Li instantly darted into the dark alley, spotting a severely injured Rong Ning. He was momentarily shocked but quickly went up to support him, “Your Highness, how did you… escape?”

Captured by Chu Heng, he actually managed to e out alive?

Rong Ning noticed the unusual glint in Bai Li’s eyes and said calmly, “Su Miaoyan’s golden-threaded armor saved my life. First, help me get out of here.”

“Yes.” Bai Li supported him out of the alley, pretending to care while reaching for a dagger at his waist.

Rong Ning appeared weak, eyes closed as if resting, but the moment Bai Li pulled out the knife, he swiftly snatched it, grabbed Bai Li’s wrist, flipped him around, and pinned him to the ground.

His expression was icy, “Chu Heng didn’t kill me, but you’re waiting here to do it?”

Bai Li was extremely alarmed, “Your Highness… what are you doing? I’m trying to ensure everything is foolproof and protect Your Highness!”

“Protect me?” Rong Ning squinted slightly, “If you were protecting me, why didn’t you contact others to rescue me, but instead seemed so surprised to see me alive?

Protecting me, why did you push me so hard to kill the Xiao couple?

Bai Li, I’ll give you a chance to confess. You’ve been with me closely since childhood; what mand did Father give you?”

Bai Li tried to justify further, “Naturally, I’m here to protect Your Highness, safeguard Your Highness pletely… ah!”

Rong Ning pierced his collarbone with a knife, his gaze growing colder, “Will you speak or not?”

“I…”

“Ah!”

Rong Ning used his dagger, penetrating his collarbone, exuding a frosty aura, “If you don’t speak, I’ll pierce every bone in your body.”

Bai Li gritted his teeth bitterly, “You wild bastard, at the end of your life, you dare humiliate me like this? If you have the guts, then kill me!”

He followed Rong Ning to the Great Cheng Dynasty, always anticipating this day. But even if he were to die… Rong Ning couldn’t live!

Bai Li kicked fiercely, a sharp knife appeared, he broke free from Rong Ning’s grasp and fiercely kicked towards him.

Though heavily injured, Rong Ning wasn’t easily bullied by ordinary people. He flew up, flipped Bai Li over with a palm, twisted his wrist, and there was a whoosh —

Bai Li’s head separated from his body, thudding to the ground.

The head rolled to Rong Ning’s feet, his gaze dripping with sarcasm as he looked at the face filled with unwillingness, “If you had held out a bit longer, I would’ve been reluctant to believe this truth.”

How could his own father’s son plant a secret guard to lurk by his side for years, just waiting to kill him?

Over the past decade or so, he wasn’t oblivious to the fact that Bai Li was sent to monitor him.

But he always cherished the father-son relationship, thinking positively, believing it was his father’s favor and warning.

Now it seems…

Rong Ning tossed away the knife, wandering like a lost soul on the dark streets, his tragic laughter chilly and heart-wrenching.

Song Huaining, hiding in the alley for a long time, slowly emerged as Rong Ning fell back, she hurriedly rushed up to catch him, “Brother Ning! Brother Ning!”

She took Rong Ning back to the Song Family, cleaned his wounds, cared for him until he woke up.

Rong Ning opened his eyes, seeing the round-faced Song Huaining sitting by the bed, she spoke joyfully about many things, occasionally bringing medicine, and preparing food, her words ceaselessly echoed like a door closing, chattering on.