Ah Lian felt deeply pained; her young master had lived a life of relative luxury over the years. Apart from the backlash of the Mind-Bewitching Gu and the exhaustion from play-acting in front of the Eighth Princess, he rarely suffered physical injuries. Yet this time, he was wounded in the chest? Just a little more, and that silver hairpin would have pierced his heart.
Even now, thinking about it made Ah Lian feel a chill of fear. Was it the young master's luck, or was it that he was rather unlucky?
Ah Lian supported Qinghe as they entered an inn.
She pondered silently in her heart that whenever it involved the former Marshal Baowei, her young master became very emotional. Was it fate, or did he owe that person too much, so that after they left, he compensated in this way?
