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Jing Chunxi sorted out her thoughts and calmly made arrangements: "Qingfeng, send a pigeon to Prince Yan immediately and tell him that the prince was assassinated in Tanxiang and tell him the specific address." Her voice was very soft when she said this, but it exploded like a thunder in the room.

At the mention of the King of Yan's name, Kuaijiao raised his head in surprise, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. But he quickly lowered his body, hiding his expression in the shadows, and said nothing.

Qingfeng quickly raised his head, looking at Jing Chunxi with suspicion, then glanced at his master, whose face was as pale as a sheet, on the bed. "Assassinated?" His voice trembled slightly, and the four words seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth. But when he saw Jing Chunxi's determined eyes, he quickly nodded in conviction: "Yes!"

"Luying, go out and tell everyone that the prince has passed away from excessive blood loss. Let everyone know." Her voice was very calm, not at all like she was talking about the separation of life and death.

She also said, "Have Chuntao take two people to the town to find a coffin shop and buy the best coffin. Then buy all the necessary items for setting up the mourning hall. Then come back and decorate the main hall." She paused here and added, "It should be made of nanmu wood. The more expensive the better."

"Yes!" Green Shadow answered very decisively, without a trace of hesitation.

Neither of them stood up, as if they were still determined to follow orders.

Jing Chunxi turned to Kuaijiao, who looked expectant. The veteran, nearly forty years old, remained kneeling, his back straight. "Uncle Kuaijiao..." Jing Chunxi's voice softened.

Quick Foot immediately responded, "Miss, please give me your orders." His voice was hoarse but powerful, as if he was ready to go through fire and water at any time.

"Protect the areas around the three houses, especially this one. No one is allowed to get close." Jing Chunxi said as she walked to the window and closed it tightly. "Also, I will be guarding it myself, Prince. No one is allowed to get close, even if there is a big noise or a fire." Her eyes were sharp as she said this, and Kuaijiao couldn't help but straighten her back.

The look in his eyes when he looked at Kuaijiao didn't change. He said very seriously, "Uncle Kuaijiao, could you have found a corpse that's similar in size to the prince?"

This statement resonated with the three people on the ground, who nodded firmly at the same time: "Yes!"

Jing Chunxi: "You all know what to do. Once you find him, immediately prepare his body and bury him."

"Yes!" This was another rare unanimous response.

Jing Chunxi thought about it again and said, "Ask Hongfen to cook something for us and bring the toilet over. Let them not worry about anything in the room."

The three kowtowed once more in obedience, their foreheads hitting the ground with a dull thud. Then they filed out of the room, their footsteps fading into the distance. After Jing Chunxi confirmed they were all gone, he closed the door from the inside and bolted it.

Then he gently touched Xu Zize's body, and the two of them re-entered the space.

The two entered the sterile room again, and Jing Chunxi's eyes fell on Xu Zize who was lying on the bed.

She first carefully examined the bandage wrapped around his shoulder. The slight bleeding didn't affect the wound much, so it looked fine. With a sigh of relief, she pulled a bottle of medicine from her medicine box and gently sprinkled it on the wound.

Afterwards, he carefully bandaged Xu Zize again, with gentle and skillful movements, making sure not to cause Xu Zize more pain. He cooperated very well and didn't even make a sound.

However, when her eyes turned to Xu Zize's abdomen, her heart sank. The bandages were completely stained with blood. As they were unwound, the blood stains were shocking. The wound was stitched tightly like a centipede, covering almost the entire abdomen, and there were signs of continued bleeding.

Jing Chunxi's heart was filled with worry. She knew the situation was not optimistic and was considering what to do next.

A crisp mechanical sound suddenly rang out beside his ears, and Jing Chunxi instinctively looked towards the large black frame. The screen on the black frame flickered a few times, but this time, instead of displaying an image, two lines of text appeared: "Immediately replace the hemostatic pill to stop the bleeding. Simultaneously inject anti-inflammatory liquid and blood into the patient."

After seeing these two lines of text, Jing Chunxi was no longer as confused and helpless as she was the first time. She instantly understood the meaning and knew exactly what to do.

The hemostatic pills were already lined up at the front of the pharmacy. This powder wasn't expensive, costing only five hundred taels of silver for a large bottle. The anti-inflammatory potion was also reasonably priced, but at five hundred taels a bottle, six bottles would need to be administered daily, and the final bottle would require painkillers, costing another five hundred taels.

As for blood, Jing Chunxi thought it was an astronomical price. Last time, three bags of blood had cost him thirty thousand taels of silver. Luckily, there were only two bags of blood in the queue today, so he had to spend another twenty thousand taels.

But at this moment, Jing Chunxi had only one thought in his mind: money is external to the body, and Xu Zize's life is more important than anything else.

Following the instructions displayed on the black frame, Jing Chunxi untied the bandage on his abdomen and applied medicine again, but there was no need to bandage it again. He just needed to rest and wait for the wound to heal slowly.

She expertly inserted the needle into Xu Zize's body and watched the medicine drip into his body drop by drop. Xu Zize was still soundly asleep, completely unconscious. Jing Chunxi sighed softly, silently praying that he would get better soon.

After finishing everything, Jing Chunxi hurried out of the space and entered her original house. As she reached the door, she heard Hongfen's anxious voice: "Miss, I'm so worried! It's already past noon, and the porridge has been heated up twice. If you don't come out, I'll really knock on the door." Hongfen's voice was full of reproach, and her eyes were red. It was obvious that she had been waiting for a long time. She also knew the news of the prince's death and thought that the young lady was grieving alone.

Jing Chunxi quickly turned around and rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand, making her look like she was in pain and sadness. As she turned around, she quickly blocked the door with her body to prevent her from pushing it open.

She took the tray from Hongfen's hand and said in a weak voice, "I'll do it." The portion of food was for one person, obviously excluding Xu Zize.

Hongfen was a little surprised, and then looked at her master a little worriedly, but still handed over the tray obediently.

She wanted to go forward to help, but was stopped by Jing Chunxi with a stern shout: "Stand at the door, you are not allowed to come in." Hongfen was frightened, but she immediately bowed and replied, "Yes." Then she picked up the toilet from the side and stood at the door, waiting quietly and not daring to move.

Xiao Man heard the noise and rushed out of the house. He wanted to ask the young lady a few questions, but seeing the situation before him and Jing Chunxi's serious expression, he didn't dare to say anything and just stared at the young lady silently.

He looked at the lady's face, which didn't look too sad or painful, and she was in the mood to eat, and was lost in thought.

Jing Chunxi walked into the room carrying a tray, placed the meat porridge on the coffee table near the bed, and then came out again to personally carry the toilet bucket. Without even glancing at them, he turned around and closed the door tightly.

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The sterile room was so quiet that only the sound of dripping medicine could be heard. Jing Chunxi sat by the bed, staring intently at Xu Zize's face. As the blood was transfused, his complexion gradually regained its rosy color, and his breathing became relatively steady.

Jing Chunxi prayed silently in his heart, hoping that he would get better soon.

When she had free time, she would secretly ponder in her heart. She knew that the killer must be coming for him, and her life was not that valuable.

I wonder when Qingfeng's letter will reach the King of Yan? Will he come? When will he arrive?

But she knew that the days ahead might be a bit long, but she was ready to stay by Xu Zize's side no matter what until he fully recovered.