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The visitor was wearing a dress of soft blue satin, the lower part of which swayed slightly in the wind. Her neatly tied hair was adorned with a lake green hairpin, which made her look graceful.

The woman walking in front was wearing a plain white veil covering her face, but it couldn't hide her graceful temperament. This was Song Qinghong.

The woman following her was dressed simply and was obviously her maid.

Song Qinghong walked over slowly, bowed slightly, and spoke in a gentle voice, "Thank you for rescuing me, I am very grateful. If it weren't for you, I am afraid that Luqi and I would have died here. If you need it in the future, you can take this painting to Kyoto and give it to the owner of Wangjing Tower, and you will be rewarded generously."

The maid Luqi handed the painting in her hand to Zhao Ji, but Zhao Ji did not reach out to take it.

Wen smiled at Zhu Wener and rejected Song Qinghong's kindness: "It is fate that we met on this trip. When encountering injustice on the road, it is natural to help. Miss, you don't have to be polite. If we are destined to meet again in the future."

The other party had made his words very clear, so Song Qinghong could not say anything more. She signaled the maid to take the painting back, "My last name is Song, you can just call me Miss Song. Since you don't want this painting, if we meet again in the future, I will repay you then."

The woman's maiden name could not be revealed, and there were some things she couldn't say out loud. The other party rescued them and didn't charge them anything, but most of the guards who escorted her back to Kyoto were killed or injured, and she might not be able to return safely with the remaining guards.

Wen Xiangzhu's thin lips curled slightly, and seeing that Song Qinghong was hesitant to speak, he frowned slightly and saw through her thoughts at a glance.

"Okay, my last name is Ye, Ye Hanshan. Your guards suffered heavy casualties, but there are still some people left among the people I hired. If Miss Song doesn't mind, you can give me half of the salary for hiring these people and let them escort you home."

Upon hearing this, Song Qinghong, her maid and the remaining guards were secretly delighted. Their situation could not support Song Qinghong's safe return to Kyoto. If the other party was willing to do so, that would be the best.

"I'll call you Mr. Ye. Thank you, Mr. Ye." Song Qinghong bowed slightly.

The maid Luqi stepped forward and bowed to express her gratitude, "Thank you, Master Ye. I will bring you the money right away."

They still have enough money to go out, but Song Qinghong's identity cannot be exposed. It would be best if they could solve the problem with money.

The painting that the young lady wants to give away is very expensive. Anyone with a little bit of insight can find out that the painting was obtained by Concubine Shu of Yunli Kingdom. Concubine Shu loves the little daughter of Prime Minister Song the most, so it is inevitable that her identity will be guessed and cause trouble.

The maid took small steps to retrieve the silver, still thinking about the interests involved on the way.

"Mr. Ye, you are joking. Thank you for your kindness. We still have to pay them in full. After all, they were injured because of me, and this is what they deserve." As soon as Song Qinghong finished speaking, the maids presented the silver they brought. Although they didn't know how much silver the other party spent on hiring someone, it would not be wrong to give them more according to the market price.

This time Zhao Ji accepted it, opened the purse and took a look, took out the extra silver and handed it to the maid Luqi, saying lightly: "Miss, you gave too much, these are enough, I will distribute it now."

When Zhao Ji passed by Shen Jiayu and Qiu Ershi, he took a look at their wounds and said in a low voice, "Go and treat your wounds. There's no need to stand here and wait for the young master to speak."

Shen Jiayu felt as if she had been pardoned. If no one cared for her, she would really not be able to hold on any longer, because her face was as pale as paper as she stood back enduring the pain.

They turned around and walked towards the wounded. Before they had taken a few steps, Song Qinghong's voice came from behind them, "Miss, your back injury is very serious. There are only two women here, Luqi and I. Let us help you treat your wound."

It is indeed the gentle little white flower she described, so kind.

"Thank you." Shen Jiayu expressed his gratitude from the bottom of his heart.

If Song Qinghong hadn't come, it would most likely be Qiu Ershi who treated her wounds and applied medicine. At this point, she didn't care about the difference between men and women. It's just that women are much more careful than men, and they will treat wounds more carefully, so she will suffer less.

Song Qinghong and her maid helped Shen Jiayu to a secluded place and found a patch of grass to hide her from other men.

But they had never treated an arrow wound before, so they didn't know where to start.

"This……"

Seeing that they had no idea where to start, Shen Jiayu took a deep breath and made up his mind.

The next second, Shen Jiayu gritted his teeth, raised his right hand and touched the broken arrow handle on his left shoulder blade. He gripped it tightly and pulled it out with force, then threw it aside casually. The blood-stained arrowhead also brought out fragments of flesh and blood, and the wound immediately bleed like a column.

Song Qinghong and Luqi had never seen such a scene before. They felt fear and awe, but more than that, they felt heartbroken.

"Thank you, Miss Song, for taking action." Shen Jiayu had lost his strength and could only speak in a weak voice.

It will take some time for Song Qinghong to deal with it, and she may still suffer. After all, she still has internal strength, so she can pull it out with force. It is better to suffer a short pain than a long one.

This body can withstand it. According to the memories of the original owner that she obtained, this situation has happened before.

Song Qinghong and the maid responded quickly and began to treat her wounds, being gentle in fear of hurting Shen Jiayu again.

In the distance, Wen Xiangzhu stood behind a tree and watched quietly.

Zhao Ji recalled what had just happened and asked in confusion, "Sir, why didn't you just do it when someone was trying to assassinate you, and gave Qiu Shijiu a chance to do it?"

He saw that the young master was about to attack with a hidden weapon in his hand. With the young master's skills, how could he not know that there was someone behind him? If the young master attacked, the other party would be killed.

Wen Xiangzhu didn't even blink, and said calmly: "It's just a test. If Qiu Shijiu doesn't kill that person in time, then I will kill her."

"So that's how it is. Sir, you are worried that Qiu Shijiu has other intentions? However, Qiu Shijiu is a little different from what the intelligence said. She has some human touch, but the action of pulling out the arrow is no different from when she was in the Qiongling Pavilion."

"Well, take it back and observe it first. If you have other intentions, don't keep it."

"My subordinates will remember it."

Shen Jiayu, who was being thought of, was wavering between fainting from the pain and waking up from it, but she never said a word. She didn't have the strength to cry out in pain and could only complain inwardly.

Why is it so painful for Song Qinghong to have her wound treated? Help! If I had known this would happen, I would have arranged for Song Qinghong to be a female doctor instead of the useless identity of the prime minister's daughter.

After a lot of trouble, Song Qinghong finally bandaged Shen Jiayu. She was quite satisfied with her bandaging skills. She looked at it again and again before asking softly, "Girl, are you okay?"

Her voice was very pleasant. Shen Jiayu slowly opened his heavy eyelids and smiled at Song Qinghong. His voice was horribly hoarse: "Thank you, Miss Song. I'm much better now."

I would be better off without the little hump on my shoulder...