amaotonovel Chapter 201 Confession Bureau
Chapter 201 Confession Bureau
He even deliberately pressed his face against her ear, which was cold.
Wu Ziyan thought that at this moment, it seemed that he could only rely on his core explosive power to support himself.
But straining my core also makes the wound hurt, damn it...
Only then did Huang Ziliang grope his hand and grab her armpit.
But with his frail, scholarly arms and legs, he couldn't possibly support her with just one hand.
With his other hand, he thought for a long time but still didn't know where to apply his strength.
"Place your other hand in front of my collarbone and push me back."
"it is good."
After a great deal of effort, Wu Ziyan felt like he was paralyzed on one side.
The Yunnan Baiyao this system is giving me is a bit too strong; I feel numbness on one side of my body.
Once Wu Ziyan regained her balance, she noticed that the spots of blood she had oozed had also seeped onto Huang Ziliang's clothes.
I wonder if this person has OCD or if they'll find her repulsive.
"Driver, please hurry up a bit. My injury still needs to be treated by a specialist."
"Wait a minute, I have something I want to say to you in person, Miss."
This is a secret obtained in exchange for a single cut, and the price for this secret is rather high.
However, she listened attentively, and the coachman was also listening, although he didn't hear everything.
“I believe Miss has already had people investigate my background thoroughly, and you are already aware of my past.”
Wu Ziyan was speechless; this was truly infuriating.
Why does he need to lay so much groundwork before saying anything? Is he going to repeat everything she already knows to her?
“Back then, I was insulted by them, which left me with severe psychological trauma.”
"Touching a woman makes me feel nauseous and reminds me of what happened back then."
Oh, so it's a confession session.
However, she could roughly guess some of these things, so she didn't make any moves.
“I’ve killed people, that’s why I say I’m unclean, I’m guilty, even though I think she deserves to die.”
"Is it the person who hurt you?"
"Yes, I killed her with a sharpened spike. Are you afraid, miss?"
Wu Ziyan shook his head, not afraid at all. But when he thought of that scene, he realized that he really was a werewolf.
He paused for a moment, looking into Wu Ziyan's eyes, a hint of fear flashing in them.
This was the only thing he couldn't bring himself to say.
The coachman was also wondering to himself, "Why did you stop talking?"
It seems we need to give them a little push. Sure enough, the horse quickened its pace a couple of steps, and her best skill was jolting the horse along.
With this push and shove, Huang Ziliang's hand landed on Wu Ziyan's thigh.
Once things calmed down, he quickly withdrew his hand.
He thought to himself that he wasn't disgusted at all by Wu Ziyan's touch.
"Miss, my apologies."
"Logically speaking, you're the one who should suffer, not me."
"Ziliang... I'm asking you, what do you think I should do next?"
This topic is jumping around way too fast. We were just flirting, and now they're asking about serious matters.
Huang Ziliang's lips slowly curled into a smile: "Next, the first thing we must do is ensure the safety of Xiao Rong's two princes."
"To put on an act, you need to send some messages back from the border, because people who are at a loss are more likely to slip up."
"Okay, then Ziliang, let me ask you again, are you willing to stay by my side?"
车夫：？
What kind of chat is this? Can't we just discuss one thing at a time?
“Of course, then I’ll become the Fourth Prince’s retainer.”
Wu Ziyan licked her pale lips, smiled, and shook her head, knowing full well that wasn't what she meant.
Huang Ziliang looked at her again and noticed that her wound and her half-exposed hand were already covered with spots of purplish-blue.
He seemed to have caught a chill from the cold wind outside; he lifted his cloak halfway open, revealing a warm emanating from within.
Get closer to Wu Ziyan; sometimes it's better to express yourself through actions than words.
The cloak gently shone on her exposed skin, and the warmth emanating from it gradually brought Wu Ziyan back to consciousness.
Was that numb feeling in your heart just now frozen?
That shouldn't be the case, but if it's like this, Wu Ziyan can't lean on him.
With an arm between them, tilting his head to this side made the wound ache terribly.
He whispered in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, "I'm willing" to stay by her side.
Of course he would, but she already has so many people around her, is he worthy of her?
"Ziliang, it's quite warm, but I feel my body getting colder and colder."
"Driver, hurry! He must have lost blood; he needs some nourishment."
What specific items need to be added? We'll discuss that later.
Seeing that their conversation was rather pointless, the driver drove smoothly and quickly.
News of Wu Ziyan's injury reached Jiu'an Prefecture even faster than they did.
After all, those who were watching the Second Princess's residence weren't doing it for nothing.
Shaking all the way, Wu Ziyan felt like he only had half a life left.
Because the main entrance was blocked, they couldn't just swagger in through it.
So the carriage stopped at the back door, near the small back gate.
Aren't they just our own people who turn a blind eye?
Wu Ziyan needed someone to help him get out of the car.
Mo Baiyun acted like a puppy waiting at the door when its owner came home.
He harbored some hatred for Huang Ziliang; if it weren't for him, Wu Ziyan wouldn't have been stabbed.
Lifting the car curtain, next to her was Huang Ziliang, who had gotten out of the car first.
Then there's Mo Baiyun guarding the other side, which is awkward since she only has one hand. Let's give it to Huang Ziliang first.
Mo Baiyun knew that his master was somewhat interested in this frail scholar.
He admitted that he respected Mr. Huang even when he was Mr. Huang.
He's currently by Wu Ziyan's side, and he's still a little jealous.
Huang Ziliang helped Wu Ziyan out of the car, but Mo Baiyun cleverly pushed him away and supported Wu Ziyan with her hand.
Huang Ziliang knew what Mo Baiyun was thinking, but he wouldn't argue with a child. Mo Baiyun closed his eyes.
With a forced smile, he turned his head and said, "Mr. Huang, you should go back to your courtyard and rest. I'll take care of the master here."
"Thank you for your hard work, Xiaoyun'er."
He was quite sensible; Wu Ziyan knew that Mo Baiyun was angry, so she squeezed his hand.
"Why are you angry with him? Shouldn't Wu Chengye be the one who should be angry?"
"Master, you insist on going by yourself. Your body is so fragile, how can you withstand a few more trips?"
"Fortunately, the bleeding has stopped. I've already gone to call Young Master Yu Xiu, and he should be here soon."
Xiao Yun'er knows her very well. With Han Yuxiu around, the imperial physician is on paid leave every day.
She even often felt that she was useless and wanted to resign.
"Little Yun'er, I'm sorry to have worried you."
"Master, it's good that you know this. If you do it again next time, I will punish you severely!"
Now that she's so weak, he has this feeling that he wants to take advantage of her while she's vulnerable.
He felt that he was somewhat abnormal!
Sima Lingchuan was unaware that Wu Ziyan had been injured while out and about, and that he had already returned to the mansion.
He was busy appeasing the officials and servants in the mansion, since they couldn't go inside the shop since the mansion gates were sealed off.
They weren't worried about Wu Ziyan at all; they were only worried that if they didn't go to work today, Changsun and Boss Fang would deduct their pay.