In the carriage that caused the accident, a sharp gaze has been on Wen Xining since she appeared. Seeing her calmly stopping the bleeding and saving people, the interest in her eyes became more and more intense, and a meaningful smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
"Uncle Fu." After finishing everything, Wen Xining called out softly. Uncle Fu, who had been standing by for a long time, quickly stepped forward, "I'm here, old slave."
"Immediately send someone to take him to the nearest hospital to apply medicine and bandage. Be careful not to touch his hands. After that, he will be sent back to the mansion first." According to Wen Xining's instructions, Uncle Fu personally led the people to carry the boy.
He got on the carriage and sped towards the nearest medical clinic.
Wen Xining stood up, glanced around, and finally settled on the luxury carriage that had been parked quietly beside him, his eyes suddenly turned cold.
"Madam, Madam, there is a lot of blood on your hands, Shuo'er, wipe it for you." At this moment, Beitang Shuo appeared out of nowhere, holding a white handkerchief in one hand and Wen Xining's handkerchief in the other.
The hands covered with blood were wiped with pain and care.
"Ah, isn't this Prince Shuo?"
"Yes, yes. Could it be that this girl is Prince Shuo's new wife?"
"I can't believe that this Princess Shuo is not only kind-hearted, but also very capable. Prince Shuo is really lucky."
"Ms. sir, I'm fine." The praises from the crowd did not improve Wen Xining's mood. She gently pushed Bei Tangshuo's hand away and shouted coldly towards the still silent carriage: "Someone was injured.
Do you just want to shrink in there and be a coward? Why don’t you come down here!”
Her tone was arrogant and merciless. Although the onlookers knew her identity, they were still worried about her. After all, the people in this car were not easy to mess with even this idiot prince.
Sure enough, after a moment of silence, the people in the car couldn't hold their breath anymore...
"Wen Xining, you are looking for death!" Following an angry shout, a soft whip shot out from the carriage.
Wen Xining frowned slightly. It was such a familiar voice and such a familiar scene. Didn't you just experience this last night?
She couldn't allow her to think too much. The whip had already struck in front of her, but just when she was about to resist, the whip deviated from the direction and swept the ground beside Wen Xining, causing a
dust.
In the misty dust, a man in a brocade robe had one hand behind his back, holding Pei Min'er's whip hand with the other, and smiled at Wen Xining.
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