Sikong Zhanbai held Ye Shunan's shoulders and spoke in a low voice: "That sword pierced Sikong Qianrong's arm and injured his meridians.
I'm afraid his right hand will not be as flexible as ordinary people in the future."
This is still Sikong Zhanbai's optimism.
It is estimated that if the medical treatment is not good, Sikong Qianrong's entire right hand will probably become useless.
Hearing this, Ye Shunan leaned slumped on Sikong Zhanbai and didn't speak for a long time.
Yuwei and Qiyun saw Ye Shunan like this in their hearts and thought that she was probably blaming herself.
If His Highness Prince Yi's right hand was really disabled, "Don't worry, His Highness Prince Yi's hand will definitely be able to heal him.
The Crown Prince has already found many famous doctors to treat His Highness Prince Yi."
Qiyun looked at Ye Shunan who was in a daze and said.
Ye Shunan didn't react for a moment and said: "What about the imperial doctors?
Are there nothing the imperial doctors can do?"
Sikong Zhanbai responded softly: "Sikong Qianrong doesn't want this matter to be made public, so at present, only we know that he is injured."
Ye Shunan nodded.
This matter really should not be made public.
Not to mention that Sikong Qianrong's relationship with him would be completely exposed, which would arouse the emperor's wariness.
Just the fact that he concealed his martial arts skills was enough to make the emperor and other princes suspicious of him. he.
Those princes didn't matter, the key was the emperor, what he would think, no emperor liked someone coveting his position all the time, not even his own son.
Throughout the ages, have there been few cases of fratricide between flesh and blood for the throne?
"I want to go see him."
Ye Shunan turned to look at Sikong Zhanbai and said softly.
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Sikong Zhanbai's mouth, "Eat something first and then go.
You have no strength at all now."
Ye Shunan nodded silently.
On the carriage to Prince Yi's Mansion, Ye Shunan could only let Sikong Zhanbai hold him in his arms because his body was still weak.
His whole body was filled with his aura, and Ye Shunan felt very at ease.
"Have you found out who the masked person is?"
Ye Shunan asked softly, leaning into Sikong Zhanbai's arms.
"Su Yanpu, the master of Songqi Palace."
"Songqi Palace" Ye Shunan asked doubtfully, she had never heard of it.
Sikong Zhanbai explained to her: "Songqi Palace makes a living by hiring people to kill people.
It has been very popular in the past few years, but no one has seen the master of Songqi Palace."
"This is strange.
If someone wants to buy my life from Songqi Palace, they should kill me, but that person clearly wants to blackmail you into something through me."
Ye Shunan raised his head slightly and looked at Sikong Zhanbai.
Sikong Zhanbai couldn't figure this out either.
Logically speaking, Song Qidian was only hired to kill people, not to threaten people.
Now that Su Yanpu had escaped, Sui Yuxiu could only let Sui Yuxiu investigate.
But Ye Shunan was already thinking about another thing at this time.
Sikong Qianrong had mastered martial arts, which meant that when he and Yao Sixue met the assassin together, he could avoid that sword, but he didn't.
And the wound was so perfect, just a few inches away from the heart.
It looked serious, but it was not life-threatening.
Ye Shunan sighed involuntarily.
"What's wrong?"
Sikong Zhanbai asked.
"I owe Sikong Qianrong my life now, if his hand really can't be healed."
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Ye Shunan did not finish the rest of her words, but Sikong Zhanbai understood what she meant.
"No matter what decision you make, I will support you."
No matter how I thought of Sikong Qianrong before, this time, it was indeed Sikong Qianrong who saved Shu'er's life.
For this, I should repay him.
When Ye Shunan came to Prince Yi's Mansion again, her emotions were hard to describe.
She had been in contact with Sikong Qianrong for a long time, but the number of times she came to this mansion was very few.
In fact, neither I nor Sikong Qianrong truly trusted each other, otherwise they would not have kept these things from each other.
He didn't tell him about Prince Wenta's token, nor did he tell him about his martial arts skills.
The maid introduced Ye Shunan and Sikong Zhanbai into the inner room.
Sikong Qianrong was half leaning on the bed, letting a doctor in front of the bed perform acupuncture on his arm.
Seeing Ye Shunan and Sikong Zhanbai come in, he smiled lightly at them and said, "You are here, please take a seat."
Just at this moment, the doctor withdrew the injection.
Ye Shunan asked the doctor: "What's wrong?"
The doctor said calmly, "The situation is not too bad.
The specific results will not be known until a month later.
However, it is impossible to return to the flexibility of ordinary people.
These hands can no longer be used."
Stronger.”
Although Sikong Qianrong had already been prepared, he couldn't hide his sadness after hearing what the doctor said with his own ears, and his eyes quickly dimmed.
Ye Shunan felt uncomfortable, "Is there no other way?"
The doctor shook his head gently, "The sword penetrated the prince's entire forearm.
It is impossible to fully recover."
After the doctor finished speaking, Sikong Zhanbai, Ye Shunan and Sikong Qianrong all fell silent.
After a moment, Sikong Qianrong smiled lightly and said, "Actually, it's nothing.
Can't we do the most common things?"
He looked at the doctor and asked Said: "You can still do things like making tea, right?"
"Okay, as long as it doesn't take too much effort, it's okay."
Ye Shunan originally wanted to ask Sikong Qianrong and Yao Sixue if they knew about his injury, but after thinking about it for a while, he still did not ask.
A certain idea in her mind became clearer and clearer, so clear that she instinctively avoided it.
The three of them also made a tacit agreement not to mention Sikong Qianrong's martial arts skills, because for Sikong Qianrong, it would be difficult for him to even pick up weapons in the future, and any mention of it would only make him more sad.
"Have you found out who that person is?"
Sikong Qianrong's tone was pretending to be relaxed.
Ye Shunan couldn't bear it, and Sikong Zhanbai replied: "It's Su Yanpu, the master of Songqi Palace."
"How could he?"
Sikong Qianrong asked doubtfully.
Sikong Zhanbai said: "I'm afraid we need to investigate this carefully.
I'm afraid that the master of Songqi Palace has also been involved in the struggle in the court."
Sikong Qianrong only nodded silently and stopped talking.
Ye Shunan stood up, walked to Sikong Qianrong's bedside, looked at him and said, "I haven't even thanked you yet.
It's thanks to you that I saved my life this time."
Sikong Qianrong chuckled and said, "I accept Miss Ye's thank you."
Ye Shunan's eyes fell on Sikong Qianrong's arm and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, this is more than just a word of thanks that I can give you."
Sikong Qianrong looked at Ye Shunan blankly.
He knew very well what Ye Shunan's words meant.
He should have been happy.
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Isn't this what he wanted?
But when he heard Ye Shunan say this, he felt a little bit in his heart.
Rejection, he didn't save her for her repayment
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