Who says the prince is weak and can't take care of himself?

Tang Ling's face remained calm, she was focused and expressionless. After playing a few moves, Tang Ling's eyes suddenly changed, and she paused while twisting the white piece in her hand.

Qi Xiao looked at the chess game between him and Qin Zhao again. It had just started and the situation was not too complicated. Both sides seemed to be testing each other and were very cautious.

Another half incense stick of time passed, and the game between Qi Xiao and Tang Ling was coming to an end. The situation was deadlocked. It seemed that Tang Ling's white pieces had the advantage, but Qi Xiao's black pieces still had a chance to turn the tide. Tang Ling should have paid more attention to this game, but he made his moves very quickly, as if he was confident.

In contrast, in the two games between Qin Zhao and Lin Yue, Tang Ling played very carefully and slowly.

Qi Xiao watched carefully and suddenly realized that these two games were exactly the two games that Tang Ling played in the chess viewing pavilion that day. Tang Ling had been aware of it and was changing the chess situation bit by bit.

At that time, Tang Ling put a lot of thought into drawing all three games. Now that Qin Zhao and Lin Yue dared to come, they must have figured out these two games and were determined to beat Tang Ling.

Qi Xiao sighed silently.

Tang Ling took a white piece and raised her hand. Hesitant for a moment, she gently scratched the itchy wound on her right arm with her left hand before placing the piece in the middle of the board. White's move to capture the piece gave her absolute advantage, forcing Qin Zhao to block. From that moment on, Tang Ling launched her offensive. The game was ever-changing, especially once entering the middle game, where a single move could change the entire situation. Qin Zhao and Lin Yue thought they had carefully studied Tang Ling's style and could see through his moves, but they were gravely mistaken. In terms of strategy, they were more than a little behind.

At first, Tang Ling followed Qin Zhao and Lin Yue and almost replayed the two games at Guanqi Pavilion. They never expected that Tang Ling's chess moves were extremely flexible, changing in an instant. What seemed to be a counterattack was actually a trap. When Qin Zhao was stuck in the lower left to cut off Tang Ling's white pieces and couldn't get out, he realized that Tang Ling had quietly captured the left side. The original advantage that the black pieces had no longer existed. Qin Zhao started to sweat without knowing when, and his brows were tightly locked.

On the other side, Lin Yue encountered the same situation and fell into Tang Ling's trap unknowingly. He became more and more cautious in his moves, but he could not break out.

Qi Xiao looked up at Tang Ling and smiled in his heart. He was a little worried about Tang Ling before. He should have worried about himself and not losing too badly.

Qi Xiao's side finished the three games faster, losing by two points, which wasn't too disastrous. Qin Zhao and Lin Yue struggled for a full half hour before resigning. Their faces were pale as they left, their heads bowed in silence as they followed behind the Fifth Prince, Qi Li.

Tang Ling let out a long breath and was about to clean up the chess game when Qi Xiao stopped her: "Hey, keep it. I need to study."

Tang Ling gave him a strange look, but Qi Xiao pulled Tang Ling's arm and asked about his injury: "You were scratching your arm just now. Is the wound itchy? Let me take a look."

As Qi Xiao spoke, he lifted Tang Ling's sleeve and prepared to remove the gauze on his arm. Qing Lan couldn't help but step forward to stop him: "I dare not trouble Your Highness the Ninth Prince to worry about this. Qing Lan will take care of you. Young Master, let's go back."

"It's okay." Tang Ling smiled and tried to pull her hand back but Qi Xiao held it tightly.

"Qinglan, go get your medicine box." Qi Xiao pulled Tang Ling to sit down and ordered Qinglan without even raising his eyes.

Qing Lan was about to speak when Tang Ling stopped her: "I'm fine. It's not convenient for me to stay here for too long."

Qi Xiao ignored him and started to remove the gauze from Tang Ling's body to check his wound, while instructing Zong Sheng to prepare some clean water.

Tang Ling wanted to refuse, but when he saw Qi Xiao's serious look, he forgot what to say for a moment. In his moment of distraction, Qi Xiao had already removed the gauze. The red and swollen wound on Tang Ling's arm was still leaking some pus. He had fair and tender skin, and the wound was particularly ugly. Qi Xiao frowned as he looked at it.

"This injury has been there for a while, why is it like this?"

Qinglan couldn't help but snort.

"What's going on?" Qi Xiao raised his eyes and asked.

"I'm fine, the wound is just healing slowly."

Tang Ling wanted to defend Qi Xiao, so Qing Lan couldn't help but said bluntly: "You pulled the wound during the hunting, and then you didn't control your diet..." Spicy food, strong liquor, mutton, Tang Ling ate all of them the night before.

"Qinglan!" Tang Ling scolded Qinglan softly, "Get the medicine."

Qinglan gritted his teeth and glared at Qi Xiao, then turned and left the tent to get the medicine box. He was angry, but he dared not disobey Tang Ling's words.

Qi Xiao cleaned Tang Ling's wound and said after a long while, "I'm sorry."

"I'm the one who's been greedy and drunk. What does it have to do with you? Why should I apologize for anything?"

Qi Xiao opened his mouth, but only sighed. He frowned and carefully washed Tang Ling's wound several times before asking, "Does it hurt?"

How could it not hurt? Qi Xiao was there at the time, and the knife had left no trace of force, deep enough to penetrate the bone. If he hadn't been wearing "Dust Edge", his arm would definitely not be saved, and he might even lose his life.

Now looking at the hideous scar on Tang Ling's forearm, Qi Xiao felt so choked up that he couldn't utter a word.

Not long after, Qinglan came back with a medicine box. Qi Xiao personally applied medicine to Tang Ling and bandaged the wound properly. His movements were very gentle and quick, and Tang Ling hardly felt anything. However, the sight of Qi Xiao frowning and not saying anything made him feel a little guilty for some reason.

"Thank you."

Qi Xiao lowered his head and gently lowered Tang Ling's sleeve to cover the pale gauze and his wound. Covering his wound seemed to heal it. Qi Xiao still held Tang Ling's wrist with one hand, refusing to let go, his brows still furrowed.

Qi Xiao finally looked up at Tang Ling, his eyes complicated and filled with a hint of anger, and he had many words that he couldn't say. Tang Ling seemed to understand just by looking at him.

Tang Ling took some effort to pull herself away, stood up, said goodbye to Qi Xiao, and left quickly as if she was running away.

Only after leaving Qi Xiao's tent did Tang Ling slow down her pace and gently press her chest.

Qing Lan opened the umbrella and noticed that Tang Ling looked strange. He quickly supported Tang Ling and asked, "Sir, is your old illness coming back?"

"I am fine."

Qinglan did not dare to delay and quickly helped Tang Ling back. Fortunately, their tent was not far away. As soon as they got back, Qinglan hurriedly took Tang Ling's pulse. Her anxious posture scared Ye Huai.

"What's wrong? Has your old illness recurred?"

Qing Lan carefully felt Tang Ling's pulse and shook his head slightly. "Your pulse is a little rapid, but it's not a sign of panic... Is there anything wrong with you?"

Tang Ling shook her head gently: "I'm fine, don't make a fuss."