Curled up unconscious on the bed, Feng Ling was as pitiful as an injured kitten. Bloodstains mottled her face and neck, and her expression was haggard. The clothes on her body had stiffened with clotted blood, most of it sticking to her wounds...
As Ling Xiao watched Feng Ling's expression gradually grow peaceful, a strange tenderness welled up inside him. He called for Chunlan and Qiuyue, then took out an Elixir and handed it to Qiuyue.
"Have the servants prepare a large tub of hot water! Then... drop this Elixir in. It's a restorative, and it will ensure her wounds don't leave any scars. Go on."
Chunlan and Qiuyue stared at Feng Ling in shock, unable to imagine how she had ended up in such a wretched state after only a few days.
"Take good care of her," Ling Xiao said, pulling the blanket up a bit higher on Feng Ling before turning to leave the room.
Just yesterday, he had received a decree from His Majesty the King, bestowing upon Ling Xiao the title of Third-grade Marquis!
