In the inn on the outskirts of the city, Chao San was completely shocked after hearing the news brought by Zhao Wanxi.


    He pondered for a long time and said firmly, "I''ll go back to the palace again to see if I can send the news to the palace of compassion."


    Zhao Wanxi pondered, but also felt that the matter was quite serious. She nodded: "now the Imperial Palace must be under martial law. I can take care of it with you."


    He glanced at her three times and said, "I don''t want to carry Miss Wanxi so far. You''d better stay in the Inn and wait for me to come back."


    Er! Zhao Wanxi is speechless.


    At that moment, she really felt that she had moved her breath. Now she had a rest in the Inn and seemed to be OK again.


    But Chao San''s disgust made Zhao Wanxi worry that she would become a burden to him, and her face was slightly hot.


    "It''s settled."


    Chao San completely gave her another chance to open her mouth, and suddenly turned around. Just as she was about to leave the room, Zhao Wanxi''s voice came from behind: "wait a minute -"


    Zhao Wanxi quickly stepped forward to block his way, and solemnly reminded him again: "Chao San, the second prince is in charge of the overall situation, so you must be on guard. If you don''t have the chance, you must love to fight. I know your injury Don''t act rashly. Do you understand? "


    Chao San stares at her with a serious expression, and his lips are slightly crooked: "my Lord has never been so wordy as Miss Wan Xi."


    Zhao Wanxi didn''t feel angry and said to him: "girl, I''m meticulous! It''s not like you rough guys who only know how to rush forward with your head in their hands... "


    Toward three this time honest, low should voice: "subordinates understand!"


    Zhao Wanxi was satisfied and nodded to let him go. She lay down on the bed and had a rest, waiting for the news from Chao San.


    In the evening, a figure jumps into the guest room from the back window. Zhao Wanxi wakes up, opens her eyes, and walks towards her with her abdomen covered.


    "Chao San, are you hurt?"


    Zhao Wanxi, frowning, leaped from the bed and quickly helped Chao San to the bed.


    "Miss Wan Xi, it''s not suitable to stay here for a long time. My subordinates are worried that they will come here."


    Chao San covers his belly. As they expected, the second prince is indeed under strict guard. All around the Cixin Palace are under first-class martial law. It''s not easy for him to break in. Even if he wants to get close to him, he is besieged by many experts, and his old wounds are new. Fortunately, he has heard Zhao Wanxi''s words, and he has come back alive!


    "I''ll sew up the wound for you first, or you''ll lose too much blood and die before they find you."


    Zhao Wanxi steadily tears open his clothes. The inn is in poor condition. She doesn''t have any medicine to relieve pain and stop bleeding. Suddenly she thinks of the Ninglu pill she gave Chao San before


    Then he felt the cuff, and sure enough, he took it with him, which was just the starting point.


    She quickly sutured his wound with a silver needle to avoid inflammation and infection. The gel pill was kneaded into foam and evenly spread on Chao San''s wound, which had the effect of anti-inflammatory and analgesic.


    Zhao Wanxi had already taken off her conspicuous maid''s clothes. The man''s dress she had entered the palace was in it. Now she put her hair back in a bun and restored the man''s dress.


    The second prince is on guard. The way of Empress Dowager is impassable.


    Zhao Wanxi wanted to focus on the situation and could not delay any longer: "Chao San, you find a place to settle down and heal yourself. I want to rush to the northeast border city as soon as possible and pass the news to the seventh prince, so that he can be on guard."