Xie Xuanchen said these words sincerely and in such a heartfelt way. Mu Mingtang felt more and more sorry for him when she heard such words, so the movents of her hands beca lighter, “Was it particularly painful for you to ride back even though you are injured? I heard that you rushed into the Beirong tent by yourself and took them hostage. Once you got Ye Luji, you all left imdiately; was that because you were still in pain?”
That was true, but it was not as exaggerated as Mu Mingtang imagined it to be. It was Xu Qilang and others who covered him when he rushed into the main tent. Ye Luji was more or less a Prince, so he had many guards around him. Xie Xuanchen was up against many as a soloist, so it was inevitable that he would be scratched by a blade of sorts. However, Xie Xuanchen was not at a loss. He only suffered a minor scratch, but the other party was killed instead.
This injury was nothing. The wounds he made during his sword practice were deeper than this. Moreover, his muscles were tense at the ti, which ant the blade did not cut deeply and rely scratched the surface and caused so bleeding. Xie Xuanchen didn’t take it seriously and when others asked, they didn’t take the injury seriously either.
They rushed back to Zhongshan without slowing down. As soon as they entered the border, Senior General Xu imdiately sent soone to et them. The Beirong people chased them for a day and a night, but in the end they lost their Prince.
The wounds that the Beirong people had suppressed in their hearts were probably bigger than Xie Xuanchen’s.
Xie Xuanchen thought for a while before he spoke. Omitting irrelevant people and focusing on describing his bravery… and the dangers he faced at that ti. As expected, Mu Mingtang beca more and more distressed the more she listened. She had already unbuttoned Xie Xuanchen’s middle coat and saw the blood-stained gauze. She stretched out her hand and carefully crossed it over the edge. Mu Mingtang’s slender and soft fingers crossed Xie Xuanchen’s arm at this mont. It was as light as a feather and it imdiately lit a fire that rushed into Xie Xuanchen’s heart from the place where she touched it.
Xie Xuanchen’s adam’s apple bobbed, but Mu Mingtang still didn’t know anything about his fake injuries. She raised her head and opened her wet eyes and asked, “Does it still hurt?”
Xie Xuanchen nodded with a straight face. Mu Mingtang suddenly leaned over and gently pecked the corner of his lips, “If I kiss you, it won’t hurt.”
Xie Xuanchen felt dizzy imdiately and he knew that pretending to be sick was useful. While feeling guilty, Xie Xuanchen said harder, “You’re only kissing once, how can you stop the pain?”
Mu Mingtang glanced at him angrily and said, “Don’t make trouble. We can change the dressing first and we’ll talk about other things later.”
Change the dressing? Xie Xuanchen was stunned for a mont. Wouldn’t the wound be exposed after changing the dressing? Since he was a martial arts practitioner, he would be able to tell the depth at a glance, but Mu Mingtang seed to not be familiar with these… Xie Xuanchen was not sure whether he would be exposed on the spot, but in the end he thought it was better to be safe, “Actually, it has been bandaged just now, so there is no need to bother.”
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