The Sickly Regent Prince Who Was Abandoned as a Substitute Bride

First, she took out a bottle of anesthetic and gently injected it into Qiuqin's body to relieve her pain. Next, she poured out some disinfectant and carefully cleaned Qiuqin's wounds, ensuring that every part was thoroughly disinfected. Finally, she picked up a needle and thread and began to stitch up Qiuqin's wounds.

After the surgery, Dongfang Wan'er put Qiuqin on an IV drip to replenish her lost fluids and nutrients. Having done all this, she took a deep breath and wearily walked out of the makeshift operating area.

Ye Jiuchen had been waiting anxiously outside. When he saw Dongfang Wan'er come out, his heart clenched. He noticed that Dongfang Wan'er was covered in blood, as if she had just been in a fierce battle.

"Wan'er, where are you hurt? Let me see!" Jiu Chen anxiously circled around Dongfang Wan'er, carefully checking her for injuries. His eyes were filled with worry and unease, fearing that she might suffer even the slightest harm.

"I'm fine, it's all Qiuqin's blood..." Dongfang Wan'er felt a warmth in her heart because she could feel Ye Jiuchen's concern and worry for her.

Ye Jiuchen breathed a sigh of relief, but he still couldn't control his fear and unease, so he hugged Dongfang Wan'er tightly.

What Ye Jiuchen just witnessed terrified him. He didn't know how he would face the consequences if something happened to Dongfang Wan'er.

Dongfang Wan'er could clearly sense Ye Jiuchen's emotions, and Ye Jiuchen's body was trembling slightly, as if he had not yet recovered from the tension just now.

"Alright, alright, it's alright now..." Dongfang Wan'er gently patted Ye Jiuchen's back, trying to comfort him.

Ye Jiuchen finally loosened his embrace and looked at Dongfang Wan'er, saying, "Wan'er, next time you encounter something like this, be sure to stay close to me..."

Dongfang Wan'er nodded in agreement.

At this moment, An Yi appeared and reported, "Master, the carriage has arrived..." It turned out that An Yi had immediately sent a message by carrier pigeon to the nearby secret guards, informing them to prepare a new carriage.

Before long, two new carriages arrived.

Considering that Qiuqin needed to rest due to her injury, Ye Jiuchen specially arranged two carriages.

"Slow down, slow down..." An Ye carefully carried Qiu Qin into the carriage, his movements as gentle as if he were holding a rare treasure.

He gently placed Qiuqin in the carriage, making sure she was comfortable, before getting off the carriage with peace of mind.

Although An Ye was filled with curiosity about the strange pipes and bottles on the carriage, he didn't ask any questions. He knew that this wasn't the time to satisfy his curiosity; Qiu Qin's safety was the most important thing.

After settling Qiuqin in, An Ye quickly disembarked from the carriage and returned to Ye Jiuchen's side. Together, they faced the current situation, both deeply worried.

"Master, there's still one survivor..." An Ye kicked the black-clad man lying on the ground and reported the situation to Ye Jiuchen.

Upon hearing this, Ye Jiuchen quickly walked up to the man in black and gently lifted the man's mask with his sword.

What came into view was an ordinary, unremarkable face, utterly unremarkable, as commonplace as can be. Such a face was unlikely to leave a lasting impression, and no valuable information could be gleaned from its appearance.

Ye Jiuchen frowned, pondered for a moment, and said, "Wake him up!" However, An Ye looked troubled and replied with his head bowed, "Master, this person was brought here by Miss Wan'er, and I can't wake him up..."

"Let me handle it," Dongfang Wan'er stepped forward, indicating that she would take care of it.

She pulled a syringe from her bosom and skillfully injected the antidote into the man in black.

It turns out that the poison inflicted on the man in black was Dongfang Wan'er's doing. Without her specially made antidote, the man in black would have slowly died in his sleep.

The man in black coughed a few times and slowly opened his eyes. He found that his hands were tightly bound and he could not move, and he was surrounded by unfamiliar faces.

"Kill me or torture me, it's up to you. I won't say anything..." The man in black raised his neck and said with a look of resignation.

"Who said we were going to kill you? You injured my maid, how could I let you die so easily? I'll let you live a good life and suffer slowly..." Dongfang Wan'er said with a cold smile, while taking out a silver needle from her bosom and stabbing it into the black-clad man's body.

Not long after, the man in black suddenly felt excruciating pain all over his body, as if a million ants were gnawing at his flesh. Veins bulged on his face, and he spat out a mouthful of black blood, writhing on the ground in agony.

"Ah...ah...kill me, kill me..." The man in black was in unbearable pain. At this moment, he only wanted to die, but he didn't even have the strength to bite his tongue to commit suicide.

A quarter of an hour later, the man in black finally collapsed in a pool of blood, but he was not dead and still had a faint breath.

Seeing this, Dongfang Wan'er took out another bottle and injected the liquid inside into the man in black. As the liquid entered his body, the man in black's complexion gradually improved.

"Wan'er..." Ye Jiuchen called out softly to Dongfang Wan'er.

Dongfang Wan'er's body trembled slightly, but she quickly regained her composure. She turned her head, smiling at Ye Jiuchen, the smile not reaching her eyes…

"Ye Jiuchen, this is my true self. Do you still insist on marrying me?" Dongfang Wan'er looked into Ye Jiuchen's eyes and a cold smile appeared on her lips.

Ye Jiuchen frowned slightly as he listened to Dongfang Wan'er's words. His gaze was fixed on her face, and then he slowly lowered his head, as if he was thinking about something.

Seeing Ye Jiuchen's reaction, Dongfang Wan'er couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart.

Dongfang Wan'er sneered inwardly. Sure enough, this was men for her. They always claimed to like someone, but once they discovered the other person wasn't what they imagined, their so-called liking vanished without a trace.

Dongfang Wan'er didn't look at Ye Jiuchen again, turned around, and prepared to drive the carriage that Qiu Qin had left behind. However, at this moment, a familiar aura rushed towards her.

Dongfang Wan'er turned around in surprise, only to see Ye Jiuchen standing behind her and pulling her into a tight embrace.

"Wan'er, I'm so glad you're showing your true self to me. You must have had a hard time in that manor, which is why you used that mask to protect yourself." Ye Jiuchen's voice was deep and gentle, filled with deep affection and tenderness.

Dongfang Wan'er was stunned; she had never imagined that Ye Jiuchen would say such a thing.

Tears welled up in her eyes and slid down her cheeks uncontrollably. Deeply touched by Ye Jiuchen's words, an indescribable emotion welled up within her.