After I died, the scumbag prince cried down the city wall

"Quick, get him to the carriage!"

Under the order, the carriage had already been prepared, and a royal guard came forward to support. Cui Rong wanted to let go, but found that Song Yanyi's grip on her wrist was still firm and persistent.

With no other choice, Cui Rong could only follow him into the carriage.

"Do you have any medicine for the wound?"

Cui Rong turned to the accompanying imperial guards for help.

"Have."

The imperial guards quickly handed over the golden wound medicine, and Cui Rong carefully applied the medicine to stop the bleeding, and then wrapped the wound tightly with a silk handkerchief, trying to slow down the bleeding.

The arrow was deeply embedded in his left shoulder, and he could only wait until he returned to the mansion to deal with it. In the bumpy ride of the carriage, any rash movement might cause greater damage.

After hearing the news, Xie Xiuzhu rushed over anxiously. Seeing her brother's blood-stained robe, she was shocked and terrified: "Brother, what happened?"

"He's injured. We have to get home quickly."

There was an urgency in Cui Rongrong's voice that could not be ignored.

Xie Xiuzhu nodded repeatedly and followed him into the carriage.

They sped all the way back to Xie's house. Song Yanyi was in Cui Rong's arms, his face pale and unconscious, but he always held her wrist tightly, not letting her leave.

After arriving at the mansion, Song Yanyi was placed in a soft sedan chair and sent to Songhe Garden. During the trip, he never loosened his clenched hands, and Cui Rongrong tried many times but failed to make him let go.

Fortunately, Qing'an in the mansion went to the Imperial Hospital for help earlier, and the imperial physician had been waiting for a long time.

After a careful examination, the imperial physician looked relieved: "Fortunately, there was no injury to the vital parts, and the bleeding was stopped in time. As long as the arrow is removed smoothly, there shouldn't be any major problems."

Then, the imperial physician turned to Cui Rongrong and Xie Xiuzhu and said, "I am about to remove the arrow for Lord Xie. Can you two step aside for a while?"

Xie Xiuzhu immediately nodded in agreement and walked out.

Cui Rongrong tried to move her wrist, but Song Yanyi's grip became even stronger. She looked at the imperial physician awkwardly. The imperial physician coughed lightly and gestured, "You stay and help."

"Ok."

Cui Rongrong responded and prepared to assist the imperial physician in treating the patient.

The imperial physician carefully unbuttoned Song Yanyi's shirt, cleaned the wound thoroughly again, and applied hemostatic ointment. He then instructed Cui Rongrong to press the wound tightly with a cloth.

The imperial physician used his skillful technique to cleverly hook the tail of the arrow with a thin rope, and with one effort, the arrow was pulled out, followed by a burst of blood splatter.

Cui Rongrong reacted quickly and immediately blocked the wound with cloth to stop the bleeding.

Even though Song Yanyi was unconscious, he groaned in pain. His brows were wrinkled with pain under his tightly closed eyes.

His fingers unconsciously clasped Cui Rong's wrist tighter, as if that was his only support in this chaotic world.

Cui Rong gently stroked the back of his hand with concern and said softly, "It's okay, just bear with it."

Her comfort seemed to have magical power. His fingers gradually relaxed and he regained a little calm.

The imperial physician looked solemn as he continued to treat the wound until the bleeding stopped. He then breathed a sigh of relief and carefully bandaged the wound with gauze.

Cui Rongrong helped change his blood-stained clothes and made sure he could be more comfortable.

At the same time, everyone in and outside the Xie Mansion was jubilant at the news that Xie Xiuzhu was safe and sound, and family members and servants hurried to visit her.

"Xiuzhu!"

The eldest lady almost ran to hug Xie Xiuzhu into her arms, tears streaming down her cheeks like pearls from a broken string: "I was really scared to death. Are you hurt, my sweetheart?"

"It's okay, mother. We were caught by horse thieves yesterday. Thanks to Cui Rongrong who always protected me, we managed to escape and hid in Jiuchuan Mountain for a night until my eldest brother came to rescue us."

Xie Xiuzhu's words were filled with gratitude for surviving the disaster, as well as deep gratitude towards Cui Rong.

The eldest lady's eyes sparkled with tears of excitement. She nodded repeatedly, her voice trembling with an uncontrollable tremor: "It's good that everything is fine. It's really good that everything is fine. It's more important than anything else that our precious children are safe and sound."

The master, whose usually dignified and solemn face was still as dark as a cloud, with deep worry between his brows: "How is Xianyu now? Tell me the truth quickly."

Xie Xiuzhu's eyes were red, and tears were rolling in her eyes as if they would burst at the slightest touch. She tried hard not to let them fall, and answered with a choked voice: "Brother was injured in order to protect us, but sister Cui Rongrong said that although the injury is serious, it is not fatal. The doctor is cleaning and bandaging his arrow wound inside now."

The uneasiness deep in the master's heart did not dissipate with this slight comfort. He just stood outside the door woodenly, with a serious mask on his face, but his inner anxiety was rolling like boiling water. He could only relieve his anxiety by pacing outside the door.

People from the second and third rooms also rushed over upon hearing the news. Even the old lady, who usually seldom went out, appeared in front of everyone in a hurry, her elderly figure looking particularly anxious.

The third wife had sharp eyes and immediately spotted Xie Xiuzhu, who was unharmed. Her heart skipped a beat and the hand that was hidden under her wide sleeves trembled unconsciously. Fortunately, she concealed it cleverly and no one else noticed.

"Who on earth is this person who dares to attack the daughters of the Xie family!"

The master's tone was low and his face was gloomy. Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, full of anger and disbelief.

Xie Xiuzhu's eyes were red, she shook her head, her tone full of confusion and helplessness: "I really don't know, the ones who attacked us were just a group of ordinary horse thieves, but they kept saying that they were hired by someone, there must be an unknown mastermind behind them!"

"Didn't those bandits leave any clues or survivors?"

The master's voice was filled with a severity that could not be ignored.

"It seems that there are a few survivors, but they are not in good condition and cannot speak for the time being."

Xie Xiuzhu's voice faded away.

Upon hearing this, the Third Madam's face instantly turned pale, and her legs began to tremble slightly uncontrollably. It was a fear and anxiety that came from within.

The master was furious and paced back and forth outside the door in an impatient manner, leaving shallow footprints on the floor.

"Once we find out who is behind this, our Xie family will not let him off easily! But how could Xianyu be injured so badly? He has always been a martial arts expert and the commander of the imperial guards. How could a dozen bandits hurt him?"

This question was like a sharp blade, cutting the hearts of everyone present, especially Xie Xiuzhu. She was speechless, with thousands of doubts in her mind.

Just when the atmosphere was heavy, there was a sound of the door slowly opening. Then the doctor walked out with beads of sweat on his forehead, tired but with a hint of relief. The master hurriedly stepped forward and asked anxiously, "How is my son?"