Chapter 11 He Felt That He Could No Longer See Through Her

"Princess Consort, you've been poisoned and may not make it back to the Prince Residence."

Once on the carriage, Ziyi formally spoke to Chu Baihan for the first time.

Chu Baihan looked down at her arm, the flesh around the wound had turned black.

She didn't need Ziyi to remind her, she knew she was dying!

Who could be so ruthless as to aim for her life with their first strike?

"Prince, could you have your people prepare some things for me? You wouldn't want me to die in your carriage, would you?" Chu Baihan glanced at a certain prince.

She was close to death and still had to care for his feelings.

"Prince, the closest place from here is the Su Residence's clinic," Ziyi reminded at this time.

The color drained from Chu Baihan's face immediately.

Given how petty the prince was, he'd probably prefer she die on the carriage rather than let her use the medicine from the Su Residence.

Just when the atmosphere was at a deadlock, Yan Lin slowly opened his eyes and said indifferently, "Then, why not hurry and drive the carriage there to summon the doctor?"

He actually agreed?

Chu Baihan was stunned for a moment.

But she quickly figured it out; if she died, he wouldn't be able to find out the Crown Prince's intentions.

It was for his own sake after all.

"There's no need for that, just getting the medicine will suffice."

She turned her head and listed a bunch of medicinal herbs to Ziyi, her voice already hoarse as the poison took effect.

After Ziyi left, she awkwardly thanked Yan Lin, "I thank the Prince for your assistance today."

No matter his reasons, he had saved her, and she owed him that thanks.

"If I hadn't saved you, how would you complete the task entrusted to you by your father and Su Yuan?" Yan Lin said, sipping on hot tea with an inscrutable expression.

Chu Baihan felt deflated again.

Indeed, the words of Chu Hesheng only made her situation more difficult.

"The Prince might want to think about it. If I were their pawn, would they treat us like this? Aren't they afraid I might turn and bite them?" She exhaled and spoke patiently, trying to convince him.

"If the Princess Consort and the Great General staged a play in front of me today, then your ruse was indeed successful," Yan Lin said with lowered eyes, his tone laced with sarcasm.

"You…" Chu Baihan was so angry she was at a loss for words.

She turned her face away in a huff, and the atmosphere inside the carriage was exceedingly cold.

Fortunately, Ziyi returned quickly.

"Princess Consort, the items you requested." His voice was as cold as his master's.

Chu Baihan quickly took the medicine and then asked him to leave.

The poison was acting swiftly, soon to reach her chest; she dared not delay, and so in front of Yan Lin, she began to strip off her clothes.

Hearing the sound of undressing, Yan Lin's brows furrowed deeply and he asked in a low voice, "What are you doing?"

"Undressing to detoxify. Don't worry, Prince. You can't see anything, and your eyes won't be sullied," Chu Baihan said, self-deprecating.

Yan Lin remained stone-faced, offering no reply.

But if Chu Baihan had turned back for a closer look, she would have seen his ears tinged red beneath his icy demeanor.

Damn it, his mind couldn't help recalling the night before when she was in his arms, nibbling and biting him.

Without anything to grind the herbs, Chu Baihan could only chew them with her mouth.

After taking the medicine, it was time for bloodletting to detoxify.

"Prince, do you have a dagger?" Chu Baihan suddenly turned around, her gaze urgently fixed on him.

Yan Lin's expression remained sour, and he asked coolly, "What do you want the dagger for?"

"To cut flesh and let blood."

After Chu Baihan responded, she was met with yet another silence from the Prince.

She thought he suspected that if she got the dagger, she might attack him; she sighed, feeling helpless and wanting to explain herself.

But at that moment, he had already taken out the dagger.

"Cutting away rot and letting poisoned blood is a common remedy in the army, but even those generals accustomed to bloody scenes can hardly bear it. You might not be able to hold up," he said coldly.

Was he concerned for her, or was he taunting her?

She must have been mocking her.

Chu Baihan withdrew her gaze and said indifferently, "Whether I can bear it or not, only trying will tell. The Prince need not trouble himself."

After speaking, she clenched her teeth and slashed at her own wound several times.

It hurt, it hurt so much...

Despite being mentally prepared, she still trembled all over from the pain, and could no longer hold the dagger steadily.

Furthermore, the poison continued to wreak havoc inside her body, leaving her completely weak.

With a "bang," the dagger fell to the ground, and tears rolled in her eyes.

It really hurt too much!

Just as she was about to give in, a cool hand supported her back.

It was Yan Lin.

Chu Baihan thought he was going to mock her again, but all he did was ask in a cold voice, "Where is the dagger?"

Though she couldn't fathom his thoughts, she still pointed out the location of the dagger.

"Where is the wound?" he continued to ask.

What, what does he want to do?

With a hesitant expression, Chu Baihan quietly disclosed the location of the wound.

Upon hearing the location, Yan Lin's eyes darkened, and he slashed down with the dagger quickly, fiercely, and accurately.

In an instant, poisoned blood streamed out.

"No, it's not enough. Press hard on the area above my wound; you must clear all the poisoned blood around the wound."

Knowing that Yan Lin was now helping her, Chu Baihan gasped for breath and quietly requested his assistance.

Yan Lin's thin lips were tightly pursed, and his face took on a different shade.

She had endured the unbearable pain of cutting flesh and letting blood, making him feel that he couldn't quite see through her anymore.

After exhaling a turbid breath, he still followed her requests one by one.

It hurt so much...

Chu Baihan curled up in Yan Lin's arms, shivering continuously, her teeth biting blood from her lips, yet she managed not to cry out loud.

As the poisoned blood finally turned red, she finally said in a hoarse voice, "Okay, it's done..."

But after speaking, she couldn't hold on anymore and completely passed out.

Yan Lin's palm was still on her smooth shoulder, his icy face marked by a trace of awkwardness.

But in the end, he fumbled beside her, managed to cover her wound with medicine by feel, and then wrapped the wound.

After he had done these things, he felt around in confusion again but eventually managed to help her put on her clothes.

At this time, his forehead was slightly sweaty and his expression even more awkward, his large hands unsure where to rest.

Just then, Ziyi's voice came from outside, "My lord, we've arrived at the Prince Residence."

"Hmm," he responded in a deep voice.

After a while, he actually came out carrying Chu Baihan.

Ziyi's face changed drastically at the sight and he wanted to help.

"My lord, let me carry the Princess Consort," he offered.

"No need," Yan Lin refused directly.

"But..."

"At the entrance of the Prince Residence, I have walked through it thousands of times; even if I cannot see, it does not hinder me from walking freely," he said coldly.

Ziyi looked puzzled; didn't the Prince greatly dislike the Princess Consort? Why then was he willing to carry her?

"By the way, what was the weapon that injured her today at the Chu Residence?" Yan Lin slightly paused his step and turned his head to ask Ziyi.

"It was a dart."

Ziyi quickly took out the dart, which he had picked up from the courtyard of the Chu Residence.

With the dart in hand, Ziyi's expression grew solemn.

"Prince, this dart looks familiar, as if... it came from the palace."