Chapter 1747: The King of Beijiang

y time, she immediately led Da Hong away.When she arrived at the estate, Ding Hua and others happened to be returning from the fields. Seeing her sudden arrival, a group of people quickly came over to...Because he was poisoned and knew he might not live long, Mo Yunjing didn't want to let the Princess of Beijang experience another separation from death.

That's why I thought, instead of letting the Northern Border Princess get it and then face loss again, it's better for her to directly misunderstand that I am already dead. Short pain is better than long pain.

After Feng Ming finished speaking, the two fell into a heavy silence.

Moments later, Han Yun snatched the wine jar from Feng Ming's hand and took another gulp.

After giving the wine jar to Feng Ming, he spoke, “In two days we must leave. The people from Bai Guang Palace are probably going to find us soon. After all, this is Xiliang country. If they discover our whereabouts, we will be very passive.”

Feng Ming hummed in response, raising the wine jug and taking a large gulp.

The two of them went back and forth, gazing at the moon in the sky and drinking from their cups.

If I didn't have so many worries right now, it would be a pretty nice atmosphere.

……

The couple at the foot of the mountain embraced for what seemed like an eternity.

Tears welled up in An Xuetang's eyes and flowed for what felt like an eternity, until she felt her wetness soaking into Mo Yunjing's clothes. Then, she let go of him and gently pushed him away.

But it was also at this time that a strong smell of blood wafted in.

Her face changed, and she suddenly remembered, Mo Yunjing still had a wound on his abdomen.

I was so focused on the injuries on his face that I completely forgot about the wound he sustained to his abdomen before falling off the cliff, inflicted by Bai Feng.

In this remote mountain village, no one should have treated his wounds.

But she must have hurt his abdominal wound, which he received earlier, when she hugged him so tightly in her excitement just now.

Thinking about how she had worsened his injuries, An Xue Tang's eyes instantly filled with guilt. "You...why didn't you push me away"

After that, she took Mo Yunjing's hand and hurried towards the other end of the courtyard.

Mo Yunjing did not speak at this time, following her in everything.

Seeing her quicken her pace, he worried she might twist her ankle in the dark. He had no choice but to call out, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

An Xuetang turned her head and glared at him, choked with sobs, "Are you alright Your wound is bleeding."

After that, she quickened her pace and soon they were back in the courtyard.

The two subordinates of Qingyun Pavilion guarding the courtyard gate saw An Xuetang return and hurriedly bowed, "Your Highness."

They couldn't recognize Mo Yunjing, who was covering his face with a black veil, so both of them were terrified.

After the door to the room was closed, the two people looked at each other awkwardly.

One of them whispered, “Should we tell the Lord Fenggu or our Pavilion Master This…”

But the other person quickly reacted, guessing Mo Yunjing's identity and shaking his head, "No need, it's the King of Beijang."

"What"

This brother's jaw dropped in shock, he turned his head to look at the tightly shut door, "Is it King Beijang"

"Yes, otherwise how could the Valley Master of Feng and our Pavilion Master possibly allow the Northern Border Princess to be alone with him"

Having guessed Mo Yunjing's identity, the two subordinates of Qingyun Pavilion were also delighted.

The King of Beijiang and the Queen of Beijiang were finally reunited. Just now, when they saw the King of Beijiang enter on his own, he seemed to be in good health and had no problems physically.

But, why are these two so calm

There seems to be something off about the atmosphere between King Beijang and Queen Beijang. It doesn't quite feel like a reunion between long-separated spouses.

However, this was ultimately a matter between master and servant, and neither of them dared to speak more.

At this point, he could only be more careful and stay outside the yard.

......

After entering the room, An Xue Tang pulled Mo Yun Jing to the bed and pressed him down.

She turned and lit the oil lamp. The room instantly brightened as the oil lamp flickered to life.

During this visit to Xiliang, she and Fengming brought a medical kit with them.

He quickly fetched the medicine box and hurried back to the bedside.

At this point, she didn't care about anything else. Without a word, she reached out to undo Mo Yunjing's clothes.

Mò Yún Jǐng grabbed her hand, his voice hoarse, "I'm really fine."

An Xuetang didn't care about him. She raised her eyes at that moment, meeting his pair of dark and deep eyes. She spoke with an undeniable tone, "Listen to me, some accounts will be settled later, I'll explain everything to you then. But from now on, you must listen to me completely, or else we're finished."

He glared at her, feigning anger and making threats. In that instant, Mo Yun Jing couldn't hold back any longer. He pulled An Xue Tang over and made her sit on his lap.

Hold her tightly once more.

It's as if he wanted to melt her into his very bones, wishing everything would just stay like this.

It has been some time since they last saw each other.

He wants her so badly, he's going crazy.

When he heard she was here, heaven knows how hard he had to fight the urge to rush over and hold her in his arms right away.

Mo Yunjing hugged her tightly, An Xuetang although also liked being held by him, but at this time, her mind was only on his injury.

Seeing him exert himself like that, her face flushed even more. She hurriedly patted his back and said, “You… you let go quickly, be careful of your wound.”

Mo Yunjing, as if he hadn't heard her, hugged her even tighter.

His state scared An Xue Tang into stillness, afraid that she would hurt his wounds.

At this time gently stroking his back, “If you ever think about avoiding me again, enduring not seeing me, I won't even hug you.”

Mo Yunjing curled the corners of his lips into a smile, “It was this husband who was wrong.”

An Xuetang pursed her lips and rubbed her face against his chest. Although she enjoyed being held by him, she was more concerned about his wound at the moment.

So, he patted him on the back again, "Alright, let me take a look at your wound first. Once I've taken care of it, we can have a good talk."

"I never said I forgave you. How dare you team up with Han Yun to deceive me."

Mo Yunjing wanted to say something more, but An Xue Tang wouldn't give him the chance, saying again, "Let go quickly, or I'll be angry."

As soon as she said that, Mo Yunjing had no choice but to let go of her hands.

She scrambled to her feet and, with a frantic energy, tore his clothes off.

Seeing the bloodstains on his white undergarment, her pupils constricted and her heart leaped into her throat.

He quickly stripped him of his shirt. The gauze wrapped around his abdomen had become soaked with blood.

Looking at this scene, An Xuetang's heart ached, and tears flowed uncontrollably down her cheeks.

Mo Yun Jing reached out to wipe it for her, but she quickly and haphazardly wiped it away with the back of her hand. She spoke in a low voice, "Quickly, lie down for me."

Mò Yún Jǐng helplessly, could only listen to her order and lie down.

She looked grave, beginning to examine the wound on her abdomen. It was extremely serious.

However, it should have been treated with the right medicine beforehand, so the bleeding had stopped. But, there is still some rotting flesh in the wound.

Looking at such wounds, a layer of intense pain crept into her eyes. Her thoughts were in disarray, and she forced back her tears before turning away. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks.

In order not to delay, she wiped her tears with the back of her hand and turned around. Without a word, she opened the medicine box and took out the instruments for surgery.ng, An Xue Tang stood up. “Since that’s the case, I naturally have to go meet her!”Mo Junyi stood up and grabbed An Xietang's hand. "Mother, it's better not to go. What could that kind of woman do to...