Female supremacy: The evil woman only wants to ascend the throne

Cui Shici stared blankly at Wan Qingyan, whose breath was weak and seemed like it could disappear at any time. His mind was as if swept by a strong wind, and it was full of chaos and confusion. He stood there stupidly.

He felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if an extremely sharp blade had cut out a large piece of his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe. He couldn't help but hold his chest tightly, only in this way could he slightly relieve the piercing pain.

But he was sure of one thing, that the powerful and intelligent Wan Qingyan would never die easily. He slowly moved his feet, trying to block her wound that was constantly bleeding, to stop her from bleeding anymore!

At this moment, Wan Qingyan turned her head and blinked at him gently, with a complex light flashing in her eyes. Then she suddenly spat out a mouthful of bright red blood and closed her eyes.

He stood there, understanding the deep meaning in Wan Qingyan's eyes. He was like a punctured balloon, losing all his strength in an instant, collapsing to the ground, never taking another step forward. Hot tears slid down his cheeks uncontrollably and dripped onto the ground.

When he turned his head and saw Cui Shijie's cold body not far away, his eyes widened instantly. Her hands were brutally chopped off, and the shocking wounds were bleeding continuously. She gradually lost her vitality due to excessive blood loss, and finally passed away in endless pain.

Watching this scene, he inexplicably felt a warmth rising in his heart. This was a special "gift" from Wan Qingyan. She was using this method to express her concern for him and to fulfill her promise to him...

"Eighth Prince, please calm down. Fifth Prince will be fine. Please calm down and don't get excited..."

When the four doctors heard Wan Qingyu's call, they quickly rushed up to the platform from the crowd and took medical boxes to treat Wan Qingyan's wounds.

"Okay, okay! I'll stay calm. You must heal my fifth sister..."

Wan Qingyu held Wan Qingyan's hand tightly, his body shaking uncontrollably. His heart felt like it was being tightly squeezed by a pair of big hands, making it difficult to breathe!

The four doctors were highly skilled in medicine and seemed to be well prepared. They first simply treated Wan Qingyan's wound and stopped the bleeding, which made Wan Qingyu breathe a sigh of relief.

"Eighth Prince, the theater is crowded with people and it's inconvenient to treat him. The follow-up treatment needs to be carried out at the government office!"

The four doctors spoke to Wan Qingyu in unison, their tone leaving no room for doubt.

"Okay, okay, as long as it can save my fifth sister, I will do whatever you say!"

Wan Qingyu carefully picked up Wan Qingyan to avoid touching her wounds, and held her tightly while sitting in the carriage to prevent her from being shaken.

"Fifth sister, you lied to me again! You are such a big liar..."

Wan Qingyu leaned over and rubbed Wan Qingyan's face with his face, his eyes sad!

"Your Highness, we've arrived at the government office!"

The coachman stopped the carriage steadily, lowered his head and lifted the curtain.

Wan Qingyu immediately carried Wan Qingyan out of the carriage and walked steadily into the yamen.

As soon as An Nian heard the coachman's voice, she rushed out like an arrow. She knew that Wan Qingyan had returned. Her face, which was originally smiling as brightly as a spring flower, instantly faded like a tide when she saw the dying Wan Qingyan.

She was eager to ask what had happened, her lips slightly opened, but when she saw the four doctors rushing over, she was as if cast under a spell and immediately stood aside, fearing that her actions would delay Wan Qingyan's treatment.

After Wan Qingyu carefully placed Wan Qingyan on the bed, four doctors came together to start follow-up treatment.

A Nian stood aside, watching Wan Qingyan severely injured, tears of heartache streaming down her face like a flood. She also understood why Wan Qingyan didn't let her go to the theater.

Because Wan Qingyan knew that she would be seriously injured, she didn't want Anian to witness her dying like a candle in the wind, leaving an indelible psychological shadow in his heart.

After a long time, the four doctors closed the medicine box, breathed a sigh of relief, and wiped the sweat from their foreheads!

“Eighth Prince, I have good news for you. Fifth Prince is no longer in danger of death, but she will fall into a coma. Whether she can wake up depends on her willpower.

The wound needs dressing changed every day, we will come to change the dressing on time, and you need to feed His Highness the Fifth Prince water and rice porridge at regular times and places..."

The four doctors gave a few instructions, bowed and turned to leave. Wan Qingyu hurriedly grabbed them, stuffed silver into each of their hands and specifically instructed the coachman to take them back.

This is the way of doing things that Wan Qingyan taught her. Rewards and punishments should be clearly defined. No one doesn't love money. As long as money is rewarded, people who do things will work more attentively!

"Anian, you stay here to look after His Highness. I still have things to do!"

Wan Qingyu waved to A Nian, and when A Nian came over, she gently took out a handkerchief and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Tears welled up in A Nian's eyes. She suppressed the grief in her heart, took a deep breath, nodded vigorously, and forced a bitter smile at the corner of her mouth to hide her emotions!

Wan Qingyu felt a pang of pain in her heart when she saw A Nian like this. She also wanted to burst into tears, but she couldn't let A Nian see her vulnerable side. She could only raise her head and try hard to force the tears back into her eyes.

After a moment, she reached out and gently touched A Nian's little head. The action was gentle and warm, and then she turned and left.

Wan Qingyan fell down, and she was about to stand up. She took a deep breath, straightened her spine, and a determined light flashed in her eyes. There were still too many things waiting for her to do.

As soon as Wan Qingyu left, Shi Ming walked in. She stared at Wan Qingyan who was lying on the bed as if asleep. Her legs went soft and she knelt down with a thud. Then she kowtowed three times and her eyes were instantly filled with tears.

Although it was Wan Qingyan who personally ordered her to carry out the assassination, her heart felt as if it was being gnawed by millions of ants, and she was in great torment and pain.

A Nian saw Shi Ming's reaction clearly and immediately understood. He just glanced at her indifferently and quickly looked away.

Shi Ming knelt on the ground and looked at Wan Qingyan silently for a long time before she stood up. Before leaving, she reached out and patted A Nian on the shoulder and gave him some advice.

"Anian, take good care of His Highness!"

"it is good!"

A Nian didn't say much, just nodded in response. She didn't want to talk much with Shi Ming now.

Only A Nian and Wan Qingyan were left in the room, and it was so quiet that they could almost hear each other's breathing.

A Nian slowly took up Wan Qingyan's hand, as if holding the most precious treasure in the world, and placed it against her heart. Her eyes were full of sadness, and that sadness surged like a tide, as if it was going to drown her completely.