The Prince Xuan was indeed gravely injured.
It was only because his physique was too robust that, even when checking his pulse, no one had noticed he was on the verge of collapsing.
Chu Qianli's heart ached once more.
"I'll help you over, you... bear with it."
Placing Feng Yexuan's arm over her shoulder, Chu Qianli struggled to help him up.
It was incredibly difficult, heavier than she had imagined, testament to the strength of his muscles.
But he was truly exhausted; even Chu Qianli could feel him trying to cooperate.
Yet, he had little strength left.
With great effort, she managed to help Feng Yexuan onto the blanket. He immediately deflated, collapsing and closing his eyes.
"Your Highness..."
"Do I not have a name?" Even speaking caused him to cough up blood, but he still stubbornly replied.
Chu Qianli quickly said, "Yexuan, you don't need to answer me. I'll talk to you."
He quieted down.
The call of "Yexuan" calmed the agitation in his heart.
He was truly tired.
Chu Qianli took out her silver needles and her hand fell onto his collar: "Yexuan, I might... have to take off your clothes. Please don't mind."
"What part of my body haven't you seen?"
"Don't speak, you'll cough up blood again!" Chu Qianli's face flushed, and she glared at him.
As expected, a trickle of fresh blood seeped from the corner of his lips.
This fellow!
She quickly took out the tissues she had bought, wiped away the blood, and then yanked open his collar.
It was the familiar body, covered in scars.
But today, on this body, there was a black palm print on his chest.
Prince He's power was extraordinary; he could actually injure someone like Prince Xuan!
Feeling her warm fingertips on his injured spot, Feng Yexuan, though his eyes were closed, couldn't help but furrow his brow slightly.
"You think he's having an easier time than me?" he said, full of defiance!
His woman couldn't be thinking about how powerful other men were while he was by her side.
Feng Qi was not any less injured than he was! That guy might have already fainted.
He didn't know if he would live to see the sun rise tomorrow.
If he truly didn't, then he could only blame himself for being too fragile.
As a royal brother, he had held back thirty percent of his strength when he attacked earlier.
It was the utmost benevolence!
Otherwise, how could he have been injured like this!
Above his head, a faint, almost inaudible sigh came from the woman.
Even at this point, they still had to compete for supremacy! Was a man's pride that important?
"Stop talking," Chu Qianli took out her silver needles. Her hand moved, and the needles went in, fast and precise.
As the silver needles were inserted, Feng Yexuan soon felt that the blockage of blood in his chest seemed to be easing.
But as it eased, his consciousness grew weaker.
"This King..."
"I know, you sleep. I won't leave. I'll stay by your side. Don't speak anymore."
Chu Qianli took out another tissue and wiped away the blood seeping from his lips.
He was still spitting blood, so heavily injured, yet he still wouldn't rest properly and insisted on speaking.
He was truly the most proud and stubborn man she had ever met.
But also, a little bit foolish.
She set up the stand and hung his IV drip. Then, Chu Qianli took out a tent and set it up herself.
About half an hour later, this small space gradually warmed up.
The silver needles on Feng Yexuan's chest had been removed. Now, covered by the blanket and receiving his IV drip, he was sound asleep.
Chu Qianli sat beside him, looking at his still pale face.
Even Prince Xuan was so badly injured; what was the situation with Prince He now?