After Being Kidnapped by the Crown Prince - Chapter 228
Chapter 228
(81.2)
Zhao Zhi moved slowly to take off his clothes, and changed into a light snow-colored undergarment.
The hot water was already prepared, Ming Zhu took the clean clothes and walked behind the screen, like she had lost her soul. She took off her blood-stained dress and sat in the tub for a long time. Even as the water started to get cold, she still didn’t intend to get out of the tub.
Across the screen, Zhao Zhi asked in a low voice, “Zhu Zhu, are you done ?”
As if Ming Zhu didn’t hear him, she remained quiet and didn’t make a single sound.
After a while, when she could no longer smell the stench of blood on her body, she finally consented to get up from the bath tub. She changed into new clothes and slowly walked out from behind the screen.
Zhao Zhi’s face was pale when he walked up to her. His eyes were fixed on her. Seeing that the buttons on her blouse were tied wrongly, he took her hand and brought her to the bedside, making her sit down first. Then he patiently re-tied the buttons one by one for her.
Ming Zhu looked up at him, her foggy vision gradually cleared and she seemed to finally recognize him. Her eyes were a little puzzled, she slowly raised her hand, and her five fingers rested on the place where she had just been stabbed him. She pressed on it with a force not too heavy but also not too light. She saw the man in front of her grimace in pain, and his face turn increasingly white.
Zhao Zhi didn’t stop her movements either, and just looked at her in silence and without any word, indulging her movements.
His complexion was actually already very ugly. That stab she made, she hadn’t restrained herself at all, so the blade almost pierced through his chest. The fact that Zhao Zhi was still standing was because he was able to endure pain, otherwise, if it was anyone else, that person would have already collapsed.
The red blood lines under his eyes looked like they were on the verge of flowing out of his sockets, for they were extremely swollen. Zhao Zhi silently swallowed the rusty taste that surged upward in his throat as he said, “I didn’t die, and you didn’t kill anyone.”
Ming Zhu nodded somewhat dully, hugging her own body tightly, not wanting to say anything.
The temperature on Zhao Zhi’s body grew higher, as if he was starting to have a fever, and he was also starting to lose consciousness, but he endured the best he could as he said to her, “Go to sleep, everything will be fine when you wake up after a good night’s sleep.”
Ming Zhu wasn’t drowsy nor sleepy at all at the moment. Her eyes looked at the dagger that had fallen on the carpet, and she lowered her small face, it was unsure what she was thinking about.
Zhao Zhi’s fingers stroked across the side of her face, his thumb curled up a little, and he feebly retracted it.
The imperial doctor rushed here at night from his home. The intendant Lin urgently, as if he was on fire, brought him at the door, and knocked on the door of the room, on tenderhooks, “Your Highness, the imperial doctor has arrived.”
After a long time there was no sound inside.
Ming Zhu looked at the man who was lying on her lap, he seemed to have fallen asleep, but also seemed to have fainted.
She poked his waist with her finger, but the sleeping man didn’t have any reaction.
Ming Zhu stared at his face without saying a word. When he was asleep, his expression was usually the most gentle, his face did not have that heaviness that she wasn’t able to see through, there was no indifferent expression, and no icy voice either.
Looking closer, he had delicate skin, very long eyelashes, his nose was straight, the bridge of his nose was extremely well made, his lips were thin, and the shape of his lips were better-looking than anyone else.
His thick black long hair was lazily spread on his back. His body was thin, making his lapel seem a little empty.
Ming Zhu’s eyes turned wet, she did not really want to kill him. When she stabbed him that first time, she did feel relieved. For all these years of resentment, she finally found an outlet to vent it all at once.
Once her hatred was relieved, she wanted to withdraw her hand.
But Zhao Zhi didn’t give her this chance, he held her hand tightly, and pushed the knife deeper inside, while continuously saying those words in her ear to provoke her.
Ming Zhu felt that Zhao Zhi had turned crazy.
He was really too crazy.
He was an absolutely one hundred percent lunatic.
The person outside was getting very impatient.
The intendant Lin didn’t dare to barge in and knocked on the door with patience once again, “Your Highness?”
He waited for a moment, but the room was still quiet, without any sound.
This time, the intendant Lin could no longer wait, and pushed open the door on his own initiative. The dried blood on the ground had not been cleaned up yet, so the fishy smell of blood welcomed them.
When Ming Zhu saw them come in, she didn’t feel strange at all. She pointed at the man lying on her lap, “He’s asleep.”
The intendant Lin knew it was bad as soon as he heard her, he hurriedly ran up to them, supported Zhao Zhi to the bed and probed his nostrils. Instantly, his face turned white. The man was almost at his last breath!
The crown prince’s residence was in chaos the whole night. The servants stayed up most of the night, without any sleep, as pots after pots of blood were brought out from the crown prince’s bedchamber.
Ordinary drugs to stop the bleeding were all uneffective, and the bleeding wasn’t stopping at all.
Ming Zhu was like an outsider watching them work, as she stood helplessly by the bedside. No one had the time to care about her either.
The imperial doctor was sweating profusely as he finally stopped the bleeding at dawn.
The intendant Lin hurriedly asked, “How is His Highness now?”
Translator : Laura
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