Blood immediately began to gush out.
But Liang Yong didn't dodge or flinch, remaining rooted to the spot.
Li Ying lowered his hand and closed his eyes, his hoarse voice thick with exhaustion.
"Get out."
Liang Yong clutched his wound and staggered out.
When he reached the door, he stopped, looked back at the Fourth Prince, and said in a low voice,
"You may hate this servant, but please do not resent Mr. Wu. Everything he has done was for your sake."
Li Ying gave no response.
He didn't want to talk to anyone right now.
When Hua Manman woke up, she found her hands and feet tightly bound by ropes and her mouth gagged with a cloth.
It was pitch-black all around; she couldn't see a thing.
But she could feel the ground beneath her swaying rhythmically.
The sensation reminded her of a carriage.
She felt this same kind of swaying whenever she rode in one.
She tried hard to recall what had happened before she passed out—
