Hu Yannan hurriedly followed the Jing King, seeing them out of the general’s residence.
Jing Wang Ye’s days of longing turned into a trembling anticipation, gradually moving closer to the bedside. Looking closely at her on the bed, ripples stirred in his heart. Shan Xiao restlessly turned over, the blanket slipping off her body. Her bare feet were completely exposed, and below her porcelain-like calves were a pair of horrifically wounded feet.
The top of her small foot appeared normal, but moving downward, the sides and sole were covered with large and small circular wounds. The injuries were not fully healed, still seeping blood and pus. Jing Wang Ye looked at her foot wounds with heartache, unable to understand how she had become like this. Suddenly, Shan Xiaoया’s eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she let out a moan, seeming on the verge of waking. Jing Wang Ye quickly pressed a point on her body, causing her to fall back asleep. He gazed at her sleeping face for a long time, his heart filled with both joy and sorrow. He was joyful to finally see the person he had missed for so long, but sorrowful to see her so severely injured. Jing Wang Ye took out a royal-exclusive trauma ointment from his chest, gently lifting her small foot and carefully applying the medicine to her wounds, his heart tightening at the horrific injuries. These were clearly blisters formed by continuous abrasion, repeatedly rubbed until they broke open – such a cruel torture, how could it be inflicted on her?
Jing Wang’s brow furrowed in confusion, his gaze focused on her hand. He lifted her sleeve, revealing two shocking wounds. Jing Wang inhaled sharply at the sight – two wounds nearly exposing bone, wrapped around her wrist and occasionally seeping blood. Fortunately, her hand was not permanently damaged.
